Breath Mints And Battle Scars Pdf Novels & Stories

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

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly. Wade's eyes were glued to that scar. The fury in his eyes suddenly swirled into confusion, shock, and a tremor so faint it might be missed. "Where'd you get this?" he rasped, his breath heavy. I tried to wrench my hand free, but his grip was punishing. "Ten years back, in the old Milanex City, during a nasty clash." I recounted with a detached air, as if it were someone else's story. "I was just passing by when I heard some noises under the debris. I was young and reckless, and thought I could play the hero. Got a nasty burn from a beam that came down."

I whisper, my throat raw. He doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head, watching me. “Why are you hiding it?” “Hiding what?” I bite. “Your scent,” he says. “Your real one.” He breathes in, nostrils flaring just slightly. “It’s faint, but I can smell it. Bergamot… and cold rain.” I freeze. What? No one’s ever said that. Not even me. I’ve never smelled my scent. Never had the chance. I’ve always been covered in synthetics, drowning in suppressants. They never gave me the time to figure it out.

he whispered, his voice thick with tension. The sheets beneath me were pure white silk, and I felt sick knowing I was ruining them with my blood. My face felt like it was on fire. A throbbing, white-hot pain pulsed from my cheekbone all the way down to my jaw, making my eyes water. But I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists. I had to hold the pain in. I couldn't let it show. I was just a maid, and showing weakness in front of the Alpha felt dangerous, even if he was being kind right now.

"It’s too heavy. It’s triggering my wolf." My teeth ground together until my jaw ached, my muscles locking as I fought the savage, territorial beast screaming in my blood to claim her right here in the mud. I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear. "It’s your bracelet, Raine. It’s leaking like a cracked pipe. You smell like pure, raw heat. It tastes like frozen lithium and s*x, and it’s coating the back of my throat. If you don't control your breathing right now, I’m going to bite you right here against this bark. I don't give a fuck who is watching from the tower."

He doesn’t recoil, instead he watches the motion of my fingers. “You didn’t have a good life either, did you?” I whisper. There’s a pause for a few seconds. “My pack was taken over by another many years ago. And as a child, I was beaten into submission. Only recently was I able to escape, and that’s why I’ve settled here.” “I see. Scars…we all have scars that tell a story, our struggles and what we overcame. Battle scars.” I whisper. “I’ve seen yours,” he says.

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

She could imagine herself becoming a jelly, tender and flimsy. Miguel slipped his hands under Annabelle’s top, tracing her spine with his fingers. He went to unhook her bra and cupped her breast. An unknown amount of time have past, all his patience evaporated and decided to pull the hem of her blouse up, exposing the handful breasts. His eyes shined like a thief in search of gold by the sight. He greedily lowered his head and took one bump, tasting the nectar of her purity. Annabelle lost her control and sanity when he gave her hard nipple a soft bite.

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.