Breath Mints And Battle Scars Novels & Stories

I picked up the glass of water and took a small sip, wincing a little when my throat hurt in retaliation almost immediately, right before I set the bottle back on the counter and reached for the packed drugs sitting a few feet away from my glass of water. I dug into the bag and ruminated through it until I touched the stuff which was almost resembling candies, which the doctor had said was for sore throats. I tore open two pieces and threw the orange colored candies into my mouth and was pleased that it didn’t have a horrible taste like I had first started to unconsciously anticipated. It tasted minty and has a lime taste underneath it. All in all, it was kinda sour and minty at the same tim

This day could not get any worse, even if it tried. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and a familiar scent came along with it. Faint at first, but it grew thicker. I unconsciously slid my lower lip into my mouth, trying to recreate the best, most obnoxious kiss I had ever had. I could almost taste the minty breath of the stranger at Maison du Cafe.

Some marked long battles, others shorter fights overlapping each other, yet each one was telling its own story. Moved by a tenderness I couldn’t explain, I leaned closer and pressed my lips gently onto one of the scars. It was an impulsive gesture born out of empathy or something deeper I wasn’t ready to understand. I repeated the motion on another scar, my kisses lingering long enough for the warmth of our connection to spark and stir within me. Feeling the tingling swell of the mate bond, I kissed the scar again before pulling back to continue tracing the lines with my fingers. Suddenly, a low, gravelly voice broke the silence. “You know, babe, the worst time to tease a man is the moment h

He stood so close that I could feel his breath, and smell his mint scent that tantalised my nostrils, and then, I felt him lower his head and move closer to my face which made me snap my eyes closed. I bet he could hear my heartbeat because it was pounding so loud that it could burst out at any given time. Though my eyes were closed, I felt his face move closer and closer, and then… his nose scratched mine which turned me rigid. “Tell me, naughty girl, what were you doing?” he whispered, then blew air on my face which made me gasp from the effect. My brain went numb and my lips parted as I let out sharp breaths and before I could stop myself, I spat;

My breaths came as ragged gasp and my pulse was awfully fast. I scrambled through the compartment in the car, searching for something, anything to distract me. My fingers brushed against a small velvet pouch I had thrown in there some time ago. I pulled it open, revealing a handful of lemon candies. “Thank goodness!” I muttered as I popped a few into my mouth, the sour tang exploding on my tongue. The sharp, acidic taste jolted me, momentarily breaking through the haze of anger. I relaxed slightly, the tension easing from my shoulders.

Author's point of view... A mouthwatering scent of mint started to tingle Scarlett's nostrils, sending a wave of memories about her mate across her brain. Master...! Prince Adrian...! But that was not the only thing on her thoughts; in addition to the pain in her swollen face where she was slapped by that man, her body felt caught or clasped in a tight and powerful cage. She tried everything to move, but could not even move an inch. Despite how unpleasant and scary the trap was, she was annoyingly finding comfort and relaxation in the comforting mint scent that she was inhaling.

I gently put down the crust I had been nibbling on before turning to focus on Tristan and Theo as they both stared at me. “They sting a little bit and they have started to throb a little, it’s not unbearable. I’ve had worse so compared to that its nothing.” My finger gingerly went to the scar that curved across my face, clearing my throat I picked up the crust and finished the last of my sandwich.

The place would stink for days amd he knew this was one even that would not be easily forgotten and neither would it be wiped off from the memories of the people who had witnessed it. There was a slight knock on the door and a twist of the handle, Omar turned his head to look over his left shoulder and saw Mariam's head poking in through the open doors. The transparent cloth she had tied to cover the lower part of her face from her nose down did nothing to hide her smile. He smiled at her childish behavior and still couldn't believe that this girl here was the warrior princess he had fought beside last night. Mariam smiled and stepped inside, closing the doors behind her. She walked up to Om

Only when he finally ran out of breath did I put the hearing aid back in. "Are you finished?" I asked flatly. "Bella, I'm serious. I know you hate me. You can hit me, curse me, punish me however you want." Lorenzo lunged forward, reaching for my hand. I didn't dodge. The moment his fingers closed around my wrist, he went rigid. A gruesome scar stretched across my wrist—the permanent mark of the day I tried to end it all in prison. Further up, beneath my sleeve, lay the uneven skin of the grafts from the fire.

And just when I thought he’d go back to ignoring the world, he suddenly asked, “How’d you get that mark?” I looked up from my book. He was sitting in front of me with that half-tilted smile, sunlight slicing through the blinds behind him, turning his hair into a damn halo. But then I remembered who I was and how ridiculous his question sounded. I blinked once. “You mean this?” I pointed lazily to the side of my jaw. “I ordered it online. Came with the arrogance.” He blinked, then laughed. “You’re funny,” he said. “But seriously, I was just curious. It kind of looks like a burn mark, you know?”