Breath Mints Battle Scars Novels & Stories

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

The putrid scent of his breath was on her face again, and her heart threatened to burst from her chest. "Afrah?" She turned to stare at Adnan sharply, wide-eyed and horrified. His face swam her thoughts, but not for the reasons she expected. Rather than terrifying her even more, his face seemed to calm her palpitating heart as it swam in her thoughts, a shining beacon in the darkness which was about to consume her. She saw the worry in his eyes, and the way he was standing so still. He reached out and touched her cheek with the back of his fingers, his touch cold against her skin. It soothed her though, and she was finally able to breath normally, even though her heart was still beating wild

I gently put down the crust I had been nibbling on before turning to focus on Tristan and Theo as they both stared at me. “They sting a little bit and they have started to throb a little, it’s not unbearable. I’ve had worse so compared to that its nothing.” My finger gingerly went to the scar that curved across my face, clearing my throat I picked up the crust and finished the last of my sandwich.

That looks refreshing! He noticed that I was looking at the coconut juice he was holding and stuck his tongue out on me. "You want? Huh, in your dreams!" he laughed. I frowned and pouted at him. You can't resist me! You can't resist me! Can you? I prayed and smirked in my mind. I saw him and let out a sigh, giving me the juice. I smiled at him sweetly to annoy him more. “You can’t resist me, can you?” I smirked and then drank the juice. My face immediately wrinkled and I almost spit out the juice or was it even a juice?! Damn it! It's bitter! What did he put in here? A bitter-melon?

I take in a big breath of her scent, and she notices. She turns her head to the side and hisses in a low voice, “Are you sniffing me?” “I am, Sweets, and you smell incredible”, I rumble back. “That’s really creepy and don’t call me Sweets!” she snaps back. “Why not? You smell like sweets and I have a really big sweet tooth. I could eat sweets all day long.” She huffs and turns back to the teacher, but I catch her squeezing her thighs together. Oh, this is going to be a very fun school year.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

If nothing else, Braden has lost his creature comforts. I brace against the tree, shoving off with every ounce of strength left in me, forcing my feet toward the battle. The clash of bodies and the scent of blood hangs heavy in the air. I spot the last of the rogues and the New Moon pack locked in vicious combat with my people. My fingers tighten around the next grenade—my perfume grenade. I pull the pin and hurl it into the fray. When it detonates, the liquid inside transforms into razor-sharp silver shards that rain down like death. Agonized howls split the air as they scramble for cover.

And fuck if it doesn’t gut me. I bite down harder on the fruit, my jaw flexing, holding myself in check. She’s not playing sexy. She’s not trying to seduce me. She’s braver than that. More dangerous. Because she doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me. The space between us shrinks. She leans in, breath feathering against my face. Her lips part, and I can smell the faintest trace of mint gum on her breath, the sweetness of the strawberry mixing with it.

Then scorched earth crashed in. Rex's pheromones hunted out from the corridor, barreling through the space between lily-of-the-valley and old paper. The char of wildfire. The bitterness of pine resin. The crack of superheated stone. It didn't probe. Didn't entwine. It swallowed. Old paper held its ground. Scorched earth wouldn't pull back. The three scents twisted into a garrote in the air, cinching around my throat, tighter with every breath. Every inhalation I took was laced with three flavors. The acrid dryness of cold paper. The choking burn of wildfire. The feral sweetness of lily-of-the-valley run amok. They fought inside my lungs.

he asked, holding the tin out for me. It smelled like peppermint. I did want one but wasn't sure how I would react to it. Best not to puke on my first day. "I'm good." One thing I did notice was the strong peppermint scent blocked out a lot of the smell of blood. I'd have to remember that. Maybe I could wear a peppermint necklace to block the scent of blood.