Breath Mints And Battle Scars Novels & Stories

The battlefield fell into a strange silence. Scar took a step forward, his massive paws crushing the dirt beneath him. His lips curled back in a smirk. “This has to stop!”

The two looked at Brett who uttered an insightful remark. As someone who has keen senses, Maxine can also differentiate the smell of people around her. Chandler smelled minty and fresh. He has cool, crisp and warm fragrant. Brett has aromatic smell. Like pungent scented perfumed that is sweet. Meanwhile, Adam has bouquet scent like wine. It is strong but in a pleasant way. Now that Brett brought up about smell, Maxine noticed the the room has hint of tangy smell. Like orange and lemon. ‘And it came from that man whom I slapped before.’

Instead, I ended up throwing myself at him like a bitch in heat. His milk chocolate scent seemed to grow stronger and stronger everyday. It was intoxicating and sweet and it drove me insane! Even Scar was having a hard time resisting. I already knew she couldn’t fucking stand Mason, let alone his musty lavender scent that almost makes me gag all the time. Chamomile and lavender might be the most disgusting scents in the entire world and Mason emitted one of them.

*** At the Alley… Crakk… crackk..CSSSS!! Michael try to spray himself one more time with the perfume and his brows furrowed as the scent that out wasn’t the one he wants or remember. “That’s weird…” Michael mused spraying one more time and the scent was more like rose than mint cedarwood. “Why did it smell like this? Didn’t I memorize the scent right?”

Rose Sighing, I take a look at my back through the mirror before slowly taking off the large cotton pad—realising that the scar won't fade. As I take a closer look, I somehow start to see myself as a warrior. For once in my life, I don't end up hating on scars that appear on my body. ''You're going to stay there for a long time,'' I mutter under my breath, throwing the cotton pad in the dustbin and fixing my messy dirty blonde hair; wanting to make them look like they're well taken care of.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

It was so intense that she couldn’t control herself form emptying the contain in her stomach. Her mouth tastes bitter and sweats wetting her body. She rubs the saliva that hangs form her mouth and she leans on the side of the bed. The pain is gone now but a new fury dwells in her chest. Someone had just sneak into her memory. Someone had taken her blood and enter her mind. Every little thing she had kept deep in her brain was put on display like a play. Eve hand balled into a fist and she screams loudly hitting the ground below her repeatedly as a way of venting her new found anger.

I gather my books with trembling hands and stand up. Britney's already walking away, her friends trailing behind her like ducklings. The hallway noise starts again. Conversations. Locker doors. Footsteps. Everyone moves on because this isn't new. This is just what happens to the girl with no scent. I make it three steps before I have to stop. I press my back against the wall and close my eyes. My knees throb. My chest is too tight. I count to ten the way my mom taught me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Wait for the shaking to stop.

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Heath regarded the array of supermarket bought shampoos and soaps with resignation, before pouring a handful of mint scented scrub into his hand and rubbing it over himself quickly. He’d smell like car freshener all day and it would annoy the shit out of him, but it was either that or smell like strawberries and cream.

I am not ready. I can smell Aspen’s woodsy pine scent and I can tell it appears to Terra more than usual, but there is another smell demanding our attention. It’s mint and blueberries and Terra is demanding I look into the crowd to find who is letting off that scent. I find the combination weird as I would never mix the two and it doesn’t sound like they would taste good together either.