Breath Mints Battle Scars Novels & Stories

Or if there was something wrong. “Thank you, Damien,” I whispered close to him, as he was really close. I could feel his minty breath. But that closeness gave me the creeps suddenly. It was like that breath was familiar. What’s going on in your mind, Clarissa? Stop being paranoid! It is not like it is the only minty breath in the world. And if I had to remember the past, his breath was mint mixed with tobacco and booze. But it was probably just a reaction to being near a man and nothing more. No one had come that close to me since. I never allowed it.

*** 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?”

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!”

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.

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.

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

I mind link scar to dive down landing with a breathe of fire as we burn down the gates with a grand entrance ,i grab one of the warrior by the neck as i lift his legs off the ground . "Where is your alpha " i said as my eye balls go red in rage ,he's too terrified to say anything ,i look into his eyes and possessed him making my eye balls go dark in black magic ,and him poisoned and turned against his pack members, but his heart is too weak he just dies in my grip ,you're useless i say as i throw him away to the side like a piece of worthless tissue paper . scar gets back in flight as we keep flying around in circles ,around the pack house trying to pick up Rosa's sent ,i held my scorp

Still mineral water. He was shaving twice a day and liked strong mint toothpaste that burned her mouth if she would have to use it. He took showers, not baths. He won’t answer the phone during meals. He preferred fish to meat, he… Those images went on and on in her mind. She couldn’t stop them, remembering all she knew about Nikolas. So much she knew about him, but she had known nothing. Nothing at all… The list mocked her. Mocked her as viciously as Nikolas’s brother had done.

Hope knows I am not a morning person, and I need to be coaxed. I flop over on my back, kick off my blanket, "I'll be right down. Leave me some coffee, or someone might die." I hear a laugh, "No worries, we already know." I hear Hope's footsteps heading down the hall. I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Time to get the day started. I turn on the shower and undress. I catch a glimpse of my mate mark in the mirror. Looking at myself naked makes me cringe because that damn mark is staring back at me. It has been about a month since "The Fight," as it's called now. I have healed completely and have minimal scarring, considering the extent of my injuries. It was primarily cuts and brui

His weight held me down so firmly that I couldn't move an inch. I thrashed beneath him, gasping for air, my heart hammering inside my ribs as I fought to get free. "Let... me... go," I wheezed through clenched teeth, my eyes blazing with angry crimson light as I glared up at him. Brecken didn't pull back. His face was inches from mine, his hot breath brushing across my cheeks. The scent of sweet mint and dark chocolate rolled off his skin, filling the small space between us until it was impossible to ignore.