Breath Mints Battle Scars Novels & Stories

He stood so close that I could feel his breath, and smell his mint scent that tantalised my nostrils, and then, I felt him lower his head and move closer to my face which made me snap my eyes closed. I bet he could hear my heartbeat because it was pounding so loud that it could burst out at any given time. Though my eyes were closed, I felt his face move closer and closer, and then… his nose scratched mine which turned me rigid. “Tell me, naughty girl, what were you doing?” he whispered, then blew air on my face which made me gasp from the effect. My brain went numb and my lips parted as I let out sharp breaths and before I could stop myself, I spat;

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

It felt impossible at this point because the more I tried to forget about it all, the more the memory seemed to climb to the top of the list of the memories I wanted to forget. Xander. Alpha Xander. Ughhhh. Involuntarily, I found myself trailing my tongue over my lower lip. It had been weeks since the Alpha and I locked lips, but I could still very much taste him. He tasted like whiskey with a hint of mint and cinnamon. A whiff of vanilla too hung around the corner of my lips, but for the life of me, I couldn't help but stop thinking that that was the outcome of both our mouths combined together.

So he allowed her to whisk him away. He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hands and meeting her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, like the vanilla and chocolate wafers she'd snacked on when they were still in the city, and he deepened the kiss without hesitation. Their tongues entwined as they lost themselves in one another, the heat and need pouring from their mouths and bodies. Scar's legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled her closer, and she ran her hands over his broad shoulders. He could feel her heart racing, and he ran his hands up and down her back in a soothing gesture. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled away from her, both of them breathing heavily. "We shouldn't," h

"If some gal named Camila hadn't spilled the beans about Victory Queen Ivy's real name, I'd still be looking for you! My dear daughter's loaded. How about sharing some with your old man?" I was shaking all over, tears streaming down my face. I could stand up to anyone else, but in front of my father, my rage was stuck in my throat, and I could not say a word. When he saw I was not budging, he actually tried to grab my purse. "Nice bag. It must've cost a fortune!" I struggled and screamed for the nurse, but the soundproofing was too good in the fancy ward, and the nurse call button was out of reach!

I gather my books with trembling hands and stand up. Britney's already walking away, her friends trailing behind her like ducklings. The hallway noise starts again. Conversations. Locker doors. Footsteps. Everyone moves on because this isn't new. This is just what happens to the girl with no scent. I make it three steps before I have to stop. I press my back against the wall and close my eyes. My knees throb. My chest is too tight. I count to ten the way my mom taught me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Wait for the shaking to stop.

I didn’t answer; I was busy vomiting my guts out. Once I was done, I lean against the toilet. My arms draped around it still. Lifting my arm, I flush the disgusting things I just released out my mouth and took a deep breath. Turning around, I glare at Scarlett. The back of my hand wiping the remaining disgusting things on my lips. “Thanks a lot.” “You’re so weird,” Scarlett says, “Do you have like a bug?”

I picked up the glass of water and took a small sip, wincing a little when my throat hurt in retaliation almost immediately, right before I set the bottle back on the counter and reached for the packed drugs sitting a few feet away from my glass of water. I dug into the bag and ruminated through it until I touched the stuff which was almost resembling candies, which the doctor had said was for sore throats. I tore open two pieces and threw the orange colored candies into my mouth and was pleased that it didn’t have a horrible taste like I had first started to unconsciously anticipated. It tasted minty and has a lime taste underneath it. All in all, it was kinda sour and minty at the same tim

His breath feels warm and smells minty. I am now realizing why the scent of mint eases me. Because Andrei always smells of it. Teakwood and mint. The scent of comfort. Of home. “I don’t want to lose you. But I know that’s impossible. You deserve someone better. There’s someone out there who will care for you… like I did… like I do.” My emotions are consuming me. I am surprised how I manage to keep talking when all my mouth wants to do is taste his lips.

The sound of my ragged breathing became the only sound that kept me company. With the sky void of moon or stars, I could see nothing but black. My eyes didn’t adjust to the darkness yet. My brain felt dizzy, and I breathed through my nose, trying to regain control of my numb body. The cold breeze brushing through my face carried a sweet pungent odor that’s fresh and sharp–a scent I recognized so well. It’s the storm scent just before the rain. The wind picked up, and I had to hurry. My lungs screamed in pain with each breath. Breathing through my mouth, I lay there for another moment analyzing the extent of my injuries.