Romans & histoires Breath Mints Battle Scars

It wasn’t that strong to side track us but it was distinctively evident in the air we breathed in. I recognized the scent right away because it was a favorite of mine. Mint. Fresh, sharp, and very calming for me. Whenever I smelled mint before, a deep sense of warmth would spread all over me and this time was no different. It gave me and my wolf the boost to start running towards our one and only target, Alec Wilson.

I didn't take a breath until I made it to the bottom of the stairs and a few feet into the grass, where I grabbed hold of the old hitching post that hadn't been used in many years, and leaned over it as I took in a lungful of air. Fresh air immediately rushed in, filling my lungs and clearing his mouthwatering scent away. I took several deep breaths, not stopping until I could no longer smell him. My wolf huffed in disappointment as he receded to the back of my head, curling up like a sad puppy. When he finally receded, my head cleared, and the reality of everything that just happened came crashing down on me in an instant. “Fuck!” I cursed through a breath as I slammed my fists down onto th

The things I have to do… With a sigh, I forced myself to keep drinking. Every sip tasted like bitter earth, but I swallowed it down, knowing this was my only chance. After five minutes, I finally finished the entire cup, placing it on the table with relief. Without wasting another second, I stormed into the bathroom. I needed to get rid of the taste—and the smell—before Damien came back. If he caught even a hint of the herbs on my breath, he would get suspicious. I couldn’t risk that. I grabbed my toothbrush, quickly applying a generous amount of toothpaste before scrubbing my teeth furiously. The bitter taste of the tea was still there, but it was fading. After rinsing my mouth, I reached f

Jessica’s hands lifted away from my head, and I turned my attention back to Kiran. “Mein,” Kiran and Jessica said together, and he closed his eyes as his fire enveloped mine. We stood like that for many minutes, me fighting them both off. Finally, I grabbed my head as the searing pain tore through me, and Kiran was inside my head.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.

His breath smelt like mint with a hint of vanilla; I wanted to have a taste. “I know you are awake,” his deep voice said, and my eyes flew open. I hold the bed spread tightly. His eyes were looking directly into mine; his lips were inches away from mine. If I moved a bit, our lips would be touching. I gulped, feeling nervous at having him so close. His scent and breath were intoxicating; they were like drugs. I was addicted, and I wanted to taste and inhale them. He pulled back, and my senses came back. I looked at him, and he shook his head.

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.

I was breathing fast and could hear the sound of footsteps coming near. The smell. The smell! The soldiers' keen senses would catch Rosina's scent in seconds if I didn't act fast. I opened the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a small bottle of strong perfume - not the light, flowery kind I normally wear, but the thick, heavy kind that can fill a room. I opened it and sprayed a lot, almost using up the whole bottle in the small area. The air got thick with the strong smell, and I coughed, waving my hand in front of my face. Focus, Brittany. Get it together.

her tone was bland and her expression bored. Un-fucking-believable. Miles white-knuckled the fabric of my sports bra as he brought it to his nose. With a darkening gaze, a rumbling growl, and a deep inhale, he gritted, "Lemon and pine." Orion echoed his agreement with the fabric of my sweatpants against his face and a larger-than-life grin bottoming out my stomach, "A hint of something cool, mint maybe." Was my heart still beating? Why was the sky not opening so the Goddess Celine could put me out of my misery?

Elara barely registered the shouting. She guided Adrian toward one of the marble pillars, helping him sit carefully against it. His breathing had become slower. Too slow. She pulled his hand away from the wound. Fresh blood soaked through his white dress shirt. Her stomach twisted. The bullet had grazed him. Not deep enough to kill... But deep enough to frighten her. She quickly removed the silk scarf wrapped around her shoulders and pressed it firmly against the wound. Adrian inhaled sharply. "Sorry." "Don't apologize."