Breath Mints And Battle Scars Novels & Stories

My lung expands and it feels like the air I'm breathing in burns with the putrid smell of this man. Why did I never notice how badly he smelt? It isn't like he smells disgusting or vile. It's the heaviness of his scent. Musky and thick, like something that doesn't even exist. Of course because he's dead. I take an involuntary step back and try to breath easier. He follows me closely, and I wrap my fingers around my neck, wheezing. "Get back. Get away from me, I can't breath." I choke out, but his eyes darken, laden with mockery.

I wanted to say something, but before I could, he kissed me. Leon's mouth tasted like lemon and mint, and I couldn't resist taking a small bite. That single action ignited him, and he tore off my nightgown. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. Our first time was on the couch. After the intimate moment, we were both drenched. He panted heavily, leaning on his arms as he looked down at me. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, dripping onto the corner of my lips. In a moment of impulse, I licked it off. The man, who was starting to calm down, was reignited. His gaze was so intense it made my cheeks burn.

So many scars. My breath caught. They littered every inch of his back—long jagged ones that slashed across his pale skin like old battle wounds, short rounded ones like healed-over bullet holes or burns, and thin, razor-fine lines that shimmered slightly beneath the overhead light. There wasn’t a single stretch of untouched skin. His entire back told a story, one I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear. “Are you—” I started, but stopped abruptly. My throat tightened. “I thought… maybe… I’m—”

The pressure on my stomach was intense, and the relentless heartburn felt like a fiery serpent coiling in my chest. I reached into my purse and found a mint sweet, a small relief that helped soothe the symptoms. As the cool mint flavor spread in my mouth, I felt a slight reprieve. The sweetness mingled with the refreshing mint, momentarily distracting me from the discomfort. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the fleeting relief.

As I turned my head to shout at him, my lips inadvertently grazed his cheek, sending a jolt of unexpected electricity through my veins. He parted his lips, as if about to utter words that hung on the precipice of his tongue, only to retreat into silence once more. Yet, the lingering essence of mint that danced upon his breath wafted through the atmosphere, captivating and beguiling all who dared to inhale its intoxicating fragrance. “I’m looking outside! Can't you see?” I blurted. “It's dangerous,” he unfriendly said.

I’m sure he has said things about me to her. I hear the Alpha introduce his sons, so I use this opportunity to grab a seat. I decide to stay at the back to minimize disruptions. I start to walk through the back row, noticing a vacant seat, and Andricia is losing her shit. I swear we won’t be here that long, so there is no need for the panic. I’m walking past people’s legs and getting looks while doing so when I stop in my tracks. A scent like no other practically smacked me upside my head. I start to sniff the air. I can smell peppermint, but there are two other scents with it. It’s like a strong peppermint with grapefruit and lemon. Such a weird combination, but I have to say that it’s doin

I was really curious to know what he was going to do. 'Don't freak out,' he said and held out three blue pills in his palm. 'Chew this and no, it's not disgusting, taste like mint.' I let him put it in my mouth and cringed, it was cold and indeed minty but sour. I chewed the pills with discomfort while he tried to braid my hair. He successfully braided it and put the braid into a bun, then started spraying something from one of the cans in my head. I shuddered, the thing was much colder than the pills.

The moment I woke up I saw my beautiful wife was sleeping cuddled next to me I pulled her next to me and I couldn't help but move her hair from her face just to see more of her face she smiled a little and moved a little closer to me I took breath mints and ate one and put two more in my mouth and I lightly pressed my lips to hers. After a few she kissed me back I slipped the breath mints to in her mouth as I kissed her I slipped my tongue in her mouth and after our little make out. I couldn't help but smile and kiss her cheek. "Good morning to you too Mr Hubby Walker." She said smiling at me and now she can't complain about her breathe because now it smells like mint since we started kissin

I reach out to the cigarette from his mouth and try it out. “I’ll just try yours because I know I can’t finish it all.” I inhale the smoke and let it fill my lungs. I feel the menthol helps me clear my mind as I look up to the stars. I never thought that this would feel so refreshing. I can feel how Harris stares at me in silence.

His face was identical to Noah’s, but the long, jagged surgical scar running from his left cheekbone down to his jawline made him look far older and hardened. "Who..." Noah managed to gasp out, his voice a dry rasp. "Who are you?" The scarred twin didn't answer. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a small aerosol can, and sprayed a cold, sharp mist directly into Noah’s face. Noah coughed violently. The burning scent of ammonia hit his lungs like lightning, clearing the heavy fog from his brain within seconds. His chest heaved as he pulled in desperate gulps of air. The scarred brother reached down, grabbing Julian, Caleb, Thomas, Marcus, and Leo one by one, spraying the same sharp mi