Breath Mints And Battle Scars Novels & Stories

The guy gritted his teeth. "Yeah I did and I called over a few friends of mine! It felt so fucking good to hear see her helpless face when Lina mercilessly burnt her skin and when I destroyed her. What a shame she was a virgin! Not to mention a high on drugs one" He said evilly The moment, James started to talk disgustingly about Rosalina, he lost his cool. He hit James's face right on his nose. He heard a cracking noise coming from there as James screeched in pain.

He puts forth a lot of effort in the gym. "Hey, babe. It was about time that you arrived. Because Edward will be arriving home very soon, we won't have much longer to spend out together. ” After he has finished pulling me inside, he immediately puts his mouth on mine. That menthol flavor with a hint of smoke is so identifiable. For as long as I can remember, I've had a strong aversion to smoking, which is why he chews on the mints. However, he is still a part of the blend. I am completely familiar with it. It's not that I really enjoy it, but I can recognize it easily enough. In addition to this, familiarity is essential.

’ “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Just rinsing the banshee out of my hair,” I mumble, running a hand through the still-damp strands. The smell of the expensive soap and minty taste of the toothpaste are a welcome distraction from the metallic tang of decayed flesh and the blood curdling fear that rushed through me when I heard the banshee’s scream.

Ann struggled to pull his hand from her neck. “ let me go you bastard” Ann whispered getting short of breath. “ Or what?” He smirked. “ What can you......?” he started but Ann scratch his face so hard, he loosened his grip, as one unfortunate finger entered her mouth and she bit it so hard she tasted blood. “ what the hell!” he groaned as ann pushed him away and gave him the hardest kick in the groin she could muster up. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. Ann was unsure where to go, but knew she had to leave as quickly as possible. So she ran until she jolted into someone.

I didn't take a breath until I made it to the bottom of the stairs and a few feet into the grass, where I grabbed hold of the old hitching post that hadn't been used in many years, and leaned over it as I took in a lungful of air. Fresh air immediately rushed in, filling my lungs and clearing his mouthwatering scent away. I took several deep breaths, not stopping until I could no longer smell him. My wolf huffed in disappointment as he receded to the back of my head, curling up like a sad puppy. When he finally receded, my head cleared, and the reality of everything that just happened came crashing down on me in an instant. “Fuck!” I cursed through a breath as I slammed my fists down onto th

Martin's voice is soft and reassuring. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. To my surprise it helps manage the pain. /Is it the breathing or the proximity of Martin? His eucalyptus and mint scent that’s calming us?/ Naveah mentions. /What’s gotten into you? you seem obsessed with every man currently,/ I hiss back before returning focus to my breathing.

he barked, his voice trembling slightly, betraying the anger behind the bravado. Minsung’s grin didn’t falter. He took a slow step forward, letting the distance between them shrink with deliberate ease, the faint scrape of his shoes on the asphalt echoing. “Did you forget who gave you that dick scar on your forehead?” His words dripped with memory, a quiet promise that the past was not so easily buried.

"You're not completely stupid after all. But so what if you figured it out? With no child, no legs, and now even Ethan doesn't want you anymore, what do you have to fight me with?" She suddenly leaned closer, the rich gardenia scent from her body making my temples throb. I gripped the bedsheet tightly, my knuckles turning white. The smell of disinfectant suddenly became piercing, mixing with that cloying gardenia fragrance from her body, reminding me of a mop bucket filled with dirty water in a restroom. Scarlett suddenly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her bag. "Remember this smell? This is the same brand we shoved in your mouth back then. You surely haven't forgotten, have you."

The fire in my blood hadn’t faded, but it dulled for now. We stretched together, muscles sore and tight. I rolled my neck until it popped, then drank deeply from a water bottle. “Don’t think I can go again,” I muttered. “Give it an hour.” “I’ll give it ten minutes.” He laughed, but then his expression shifted. My nose wrinkled at the same time. “What is that?” I said. He looked around. “What?” “There’s something in the air. Something bitter.” I stood, trying to follow the scent. It was faint, but wrong. Like scorched mint. It sat under everything else, the sweat, the sex, the scent of the nest. It was foreign.

“Don’t get cocky. This is far from over.” The scent of the battlefield is overwhelming—the copper tang of blood mixing with the earthy smell of the field. It’s a scent that’s become all too familiar, a reminder of the cost of this war. “Behind you!” I hear Blight shout, and I turn just in time to see another shifter lunging for me.