Breath Mints Battle Scars Novels & Stories

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."

The kind only elite bloodlines carry. The caption is brutally simple. Found my True Mate. I hit post. Set down my phone. Wait. It takes exactly four minutes for Moonstone Pack's internal forum to detonate. Messages flood my notifications. Comments pile up so fast the app lags. What's going on? That doesn't look like Alpha Asher's hand. What's that tattoo? Rhea, what are you doing? Consorting with outsiders? Delete this fast. Alpha Asher will kill you. Is this a joke? Please tell me this is a joke.

The place would stink for days amd he knew this was one even that would not be easily forgotten and neither would it be wiped off from the memories of the people who had witnessed it. There was a slight knock on the door and a twist of the handle, Omar turned his head to look over his left shoulder and saw Mariam's head poking in through the open doors. The transparent cloth she had tied to cover the lower part of her face from her nose down did nothing to hide her smile. He smiled at her childish behavior and still couldn't believe that this girl here was the warrior princess he had fought beside last night. Mariam smiled and stepped inside, closing the doors behind her. She walked up to Om

Annabelle is quite well in playing cards but she often times lose the game because Miguel is always cheating. Miguel’s full attention was fixed on the deck clamp on his hand unbeknownst that a brown creamy icing smeared the side of his mouth. Annabelle can’t help but laughed and brought her hand in front of him to clean his face. She wiped the icing with her slender thumb feeling his warm and dry lips.

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.’

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

He slapped one cheek with the herb and then the other before inhaling the fragrance. I plonked myself on the ground beside him and he closed his eyes. “Take this.” He tossed the mint at me and got on his side facing in the other direction. “Am I supposed to do something with it?” He rolled over, but his pinched lips suggested he was in pain. “Make it stop. The mint was supposed to do that.” I studied the bunch I was holding. It was battered and bruised, but its perfume was more aromatic than earlier. “Okay.” His almost violent reaction gave me hope that he would acknowledge what we were to one another.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that we have trained for this. I trust my pack, and they trust me. Together, we’ll make it out. Something slams hard into my chest, and the battle has begun. It’s Miranda, screaming with fury as she attacks me. I shove my elbow into her face, forcing her back. We scuffle, one on one, and then she pulls out a blade, its tip dripping with a purple substance.

Their mate picks the pack over them. He staggers to the center of the room, grabbing at his hair with both hands. “Fuck!” he yells, his voice echoing against the walls. The small cabin feels like it’s collapsing on him. His scent thickens, darker than ever, filling the air with something wild and dangerous. He kicks the edge of the already broken table, and it crashes to the floor, breaking the remainder of it. His breaths come fast and sharp as his eyes flash an even deeper red.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.