Breath Mints And Battle Scars Novels & Stories

That looks refreshing! He noticed that I was looking at the coconut juice he was holding and stuck his tongue out on me. "You want? Huh, in your dreams!" he laughed. I frowned and pouted at him. You can't resist me! You can't resist me! Can you? I prayed and smirked in my mind. I saw him and let out a sigh, giving me the juice. I smiled at him sweetly to annoy him more. “You can’t resist me, can you?” I smirked and then drank the juice. My face immediately wrinkled and I almost spit out the juice or was it even a juice?! Damn it! It's bitter! What did he put in here? A bitter-melon?

Without hesitation, I pulled him through the portal and once we got to the battlefield he removed his hand from his head. "This place is a dump," he said as he looked around, he wasn't wrong exactly though. Where the battle was taking place used to be the city's capital, people used to come here to see the giant cherry blossom tree but now it's nothing more than a lifeless tree. The buildings have been reduced to rubble, the sky is always gray, and you could always hear someone's cry for help. I hate nothing more than the sights and sounds of war, I'm just glad my sibling never has to hold their friends in their arms as they drew their last breath or even the weeps of those you grew up playi

“What?” “I’m kissing you, and I hаvе соmа brеаth.” I clutched mу mоuth оnсе аgаіn. I needed аn іnduѕtrіаl strength mіnt after еіght lоng days without bruѕhіng. Oh, the hоrrоr.

Sadly , the paste have little to no effect on the scars that is left behind. I take my bottom lip between my teeth , and I gentle nibble on it. While doing that , I twist my neck as far to the left as I can do to have a look at the scars on my back. I hear my self whimper as I see my peach cream like skin , decorated with hideous revolting scars that are painted all over my back. It looks so appalling that I doubt I could ever wear a dress that shows my bare back again. I let out a painful sigh , just glad that all that is scarred is my back.

His body clearly aroused even though he looked and felt completely terrible from his earlier endeavor. My teeth quick in nipping the flesh even as small gasps soon rise yet again. My mouth quick in sucking against the spot. My spot. Tori quick in lacing his fingers within my hair even as he moved to grip it gently. Volt clearly pleased as we both move to growl. A shiver quick in making itself known. A shiver I don’t let go unnoticed even as I move to bite down and along his left breast plate. Tori yelping when I move to do it again. Deep, rich moans rising as I soon move to lap along the bite. A piece of me not ready to mark him just yet. A part of me wanting him to know that soon, both he a

My Uncle stands up and goes to his cabinets and comes back with my favorite brand of cigarettes, he throws it to me and I catch it, “I only patted my pocket out of habit.” “I know how I make you tense, I’m not proud of it.” I place the stick between my lips, lighting up the mint flavor with my eyes fixed on the chess board. I dragged in the toxic high smoke hastily and exhaled it very slowly, loving the taste of mint… peppermint. Mason’s sweet scent. It keeps me calm, automatically.

I quietly blamed myself for forgetting what had transpired. "I -I really can't remember anything," when I felt her breath tickle my face, I gulped. How does one get minty breath first thing in the morning? Weren't they supposed to have bad breath? I've been trying to find something that could turn me off of her. However, it isn't working! I could smell her classic, refreshing scent that's exhilarating and distinctly masculine. I was being comforted by her scent, yet our proximity was making me nervous. "You won't get away with humiliating me; you've tarnished my reputation," she spoke.

I quickly snapped out of my world of lost, facing the reality before me with my full chest, increasing my height and forgetting the fact that I was supposed to brush my teeth before I began. "Hell no!" Just like a big mold of rice ball, my breath rolled out with full force, dispersing the strong smell from my mouth. I clipped my fingers against my nose, curled my lips, and then puffed out the leftover air through my nose as I let off my fingers. "And why would I even dream of him?!" I released a full shrug, pressuring my lips against each other now. "Do you actually want to deny this one again, Wellintine? You know you can't this time around, right?!"

The peppermint scent of the Stag must be there. I take a step forward, my muscles coiled to spring, but I freeze. The wind shifts, just a fraction. It carries a metallic tang—a sharp, bitter vibration on the back of my tongue. It’s the same taste as the "Pulse" that erased my life. Silver.

“Grrr!” Layla flinched when she heard him growl on her face. His breath smelled like mint with a strong metallic scent combined. ‘Blood,’ she whispered to herself when she remembered the disgusting smell she had whenever she was beaten to a pulp. The pungent smell of blood became her perfume. She bathed with it almost every day.