Breath Mints Battle Scars

Now everything is changing...with everyone of us sweeping under the carpet the scars of yesterday's sins. Those scars are what kept me alive until you are all born to hear the story. The world government was powerful and taking advantage of the human colonial minds, they buried our freedom and equity. But now that we the Elites whom they educated and rose to revolts against the fingers that had fed us... What do you call it? Oh! yes they had termed it Rebellion. They did call us rebels, for seeking a small ration part of the best that nature has given to mankind. Al-sural-tu-Nas. This for mankind, tell ye that the beast you trained in the dark had turned to an angel in the day. We are filled from the pot of lies now that our bellies cannot contain what they obtain, the promises that were compromised, treaties that were breached, least they covered the black mails and lies with a blanket of Diplomacy. But now is the snatch of the gallon beer from the drunkard because now there is what when diplomacy fails.....is war. "Now we are free." Later in the future a seed germinates bearing fruits of the YESTERDAYS as she possess the abilities to time travel and set broken pieces together but this has consequences in the future of mankind. Read along

"Elena, that's not your name, is it?" he teased, sending a shiver down my spine. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his warm breath on my ear, my underwear was . ***** Isabella is the daughter of the former Mafia King. her family's downfall was orchestrated by her father's brother's betrayal, resulting in her expulsion. She was compelled to engage in smuggling from Avalia to Rome and eventually fled, assuming the new identity of a young girl. The city is divided into slums and rich areas, and is ruled by 7 mafia bosses. Eight years later, she met a mysterious boxer who always appeared in underground fighting arenas. He was a dangerous and charming man who always appeared when she was in trouble. Is there any secret behind his approach to her?

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She is the best lawyer in town while he is the most handsome billionaire in town a custody battle is what brings them together and does all the magic.

The air in the penthouse was thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of a shared victory. He stood before her, the ice in his gaze finally melted, revealing a raw vulnerability that stole the breath from her lungs. “This wasn’t part of the contract,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress as his thumb traced the line of her jaw. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird against the gilded cage of their agreement. “I know.” His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her face up to his. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the shocking warmth of his skin against hers. “Then tell me to stop, Ivy. Give me the rules. Give me the clause.” She should. Every instinct for self-preservation screamed at her to rebuild the walls, to remember he was her enemy, her jailer, her temporary husband. But as she looked into the stormy grey depths of his eyes, she saw not the ruthless CEO, but the man who had just looked at her daughter as if she were the most precious thing in the world. So, she didn’t speak. Instead, she rose onto her toes, closing the distance, her lips a breath away from his in a silent, devastating answer. The first kiss was not a conquest, but a surrender. It was not about revenge or contracts. It was a question, and in the shuddering breath he released against her mouth, she found her answer. The cold, platinum wedding band finally felt warm against her skin.

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After a heart-wrenching rejection, Willow thought she'd never see the triplet brothers again. But fate has other plans. When they come crawling back, begging for a second chance, Willow must decide if she's willing to risk her heart once more. Will she forgive and forget, or will the scars of their past betrayal prove too deep to heal? Can the triplets prove their love is true, or will Willow walk away forever?

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(⚠️ WARNING HARD SPG) "How's your feeling,?" he asked her while laying down on the floor and rested his head on his folded arms. "I will never be okay again, even though these wounds will be healed but the scratch will remain forever, and that's a remembrance all the pain you made," she said while closing her eyes, she was shocked when he lay down next to her. "Would you tell me How can I erased that's scars," he said and she even feels his Fragrance breathe upon her neck. he wrapped his arms around his waist like he apologizing to her. "Let me go," she said and he release his arms. "What İ mean, is let me go home, İ won't sue you just take me back where the Placed I used to," she said and he just sighed. "NO," he said and she faced at him. "What do you mean no, you asked me what you need to do how to erase the scars you made," she said. "You can request anything except to let you go," his voice cold. READ AND ENJOY!