Breath Mints Battle Scars Novels & Stories

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."

His face was identical to Noah’s, but the long, jagged surgical scar running from his left cheekbone down to his jawline made him look far older and hardened. "Who..." Noah managed to gasp out, his voice a dry rasp. "Who are you?" The scarred twin didn't answer. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a small aerosol can, and sprayed a cold, sharp mist directly into Noah’s face. Noah coughed violently. The burning scent of ammonia hit his lungs like lightning, clearing the heavy fog from his brain within seconds. His chest heaved as he pulled in desperate gulps of air. The scarred brother reached down, grabbing Julian, Caleb, Thomas, Marcus, and Leo one by one, spraying the same sharp mi

I was really curious to know what he was going to do. 'Don't freak out,' he said and held out three blue pills in his palm. 'Chew this and no, it's not disgusting, taste like mint.' I let him put it in my mouth and cringed, it was cold and indeed minty but sour. I chewed the pills with discomfort while he tried to braid my hair. He successfully braided it and put the braid into a bun, then started spraying something from one of the cans in my head. I shuddered, the thing was much colder than the pills.

The peppermint scent of the Stag must be there. I take a step forward, my muscles coiled to spring, but I freeze. The wind shifts, just a fraction. It carries a metallic tang—a sharp, bitter vibration on the back of my tongue. It’s the same taste as the "Pulse" that erased my life. Silver.

“Sorry about your friend. She tries too hard, doesn’t she? All that makeup. Honestly, you’re way prettier without all the effort. You look real. Natural. Want to be my girlfriend instead?” I stared at him, disgust knotting in my gut. My fingers clenched around the glass of water in front of me. Cold condensation kissed my skin, grounding me. “How dare you talk to her like that?” I began, ready to unleash fire. But then… I smelled it again. Mint. Cold. Clean. Electric. Like winter air over ice, sharp enough to sting your lungs. The scent curled around me like invisible silk. My breath caught. My vision blurred.

I quietly blamed myself for forgetting what had transpired. "I -I really can't remember anything," when I felt her breath tickle my face, I gulped. How does one get minty breath first thing in the morning? Weren't they supposed to have bad breath? I've been trying to find something that could turn me off of her. However, it isn't working! I could smell her classic, refreshing scent that's exhilarating and distinctly masculine. I was being comforted by her scent, yet our proximity was making me nervous. "You won't get away with humiliating me; you've tarnished my reputation," she spoke.

Skylar blinked a couple of times before moving closer, she immediately held in her breath as his minty breath fanned hotly against her flushed face, her eyes staring down at his lips and her wolf whined that she move closer which would result in them kissing. "Now sniff" Skylar released the breathe she was holding and found herself obeying every word, she sniffed, moving closer to the crock of his neck, and suddenly, a faint scent penetrated her proboscis, a whimper broke loose from her throat unknowingly as she inhaled deeply. The scent was barely evident as if it was withering. It was manly, musky, thick, mixed with Sandalwood and mint. Skylar sniffed getting closer and closer to his neck,

The side effect to this one would be an increase in my beast's rage, but he was determined to try it. Quickly, I uttered a soft prayer and gulped the contents down. "Yuck" It tasted like dirty water and smelt like ten days' cabbage water which tainted my breath. I brushed my teeth about five times and even after using the mouthwash, I could still smell the stench on my breath. Guess, I will keep everyone at a distance tonight.

I nodded and spoke softly. Leaving behind the bustling streets, with shimmering colors, the two of us returned home, curled up in a warm and fragrant blanket. I have to admit that Brian's scent is very fragrant, and does not have an unpleasant smell like other men, even when he comes back from the gym, his sweat still does not make the person next to him wince and frown. Is he related to the mint plant? “Bella, I'm very sorry about that night, if only I had more control over myself...”

I look around the room but I can't find who said that. "Ah, that's right you can't talk" A boy with blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and bright white clothes climbs out from under the bed, I'm laying on. "You can't tell your dad you saw me though, I'd be in a lot of trouble, you might be too though," The boy opened my mouth and put a red gummy bear in my mouth and closed and opened my mouth repeatedly. "Hey, so I can make you eat huh, that's so cool." The boy did this process about 5 times, it looked like he would never get tired of it. "I bet you have a lot of questions for me," I rolled my eyes up, " I'm goib to heal you now, that way we can have a proper conversation," The boy puts his ha