Novel & Cerita Tastes Like War

"I would never. I can assure you that I tasted it myself." "It's salty and has an overall bad taste. Is this what you have been feeding on, Slade? No wonder he hasn't been able to win any battles lately. How could he when he comes back home to such bland and tasteless food every day." She grumbled in spite which caused me to roll my eyes in irritation.

The general smiled as if to tell him not to worry and nodded. Ming Du hit his chest and walked outside. Yao Tai quickly followed him. When he went outside the barracks, a familiar smell hit the tip of his nose. The smell of war. No, the smell of death ” Iron tools, torches, horses, sweat, comrades, and blood. The smell mixes a lot of things. The smell he smelled for years before he became disgusted with it. It smelled disgusting, but somehow a corner of his heart relaxed more. “The more I like this smell, the closer I am to death.” Ya Tie smiled bitterly and shook his head. At that time, Ming Du who was directly ahead of him violently asked,

“What a pathetic Alpha, you are scared of him? He is a man like you.” I felt a sting on my left cheek. My lips curled up into a sneer. “So much anger, so much power. I have a question for you Ryker. Why waste it hitting a woman? Why don’t you declare war on him? If you are man enough fight him and put an end to your people’s suffering. Or are you scared?” “Scared?” Ryker asked, his tone filled with sarcasm. “If I was scared, I would not have walked into your father’s territory and snatched you right under his nose.”

Damian? I knew that face. It was impossible to forget what he looked like. The perfectly sculpted jawline, the sharp cheekbones, the arrogant slant of his brows. His hazel eyes stared down at me—cold, unreadable, calculating. He studied me with those eyes, eyes that make me want to squirm and hide behind a wall where they could not burn through me, but my feet had grown roots in seconds making it hard for me to move. His tousled dark hair fell over his forehead like it always did in school, just messy enough to look deliberate. He hadn’t changed. Just grown more dangerous.

But Leonardo chooses that moment to lick my ears, making me lose it. “Yes baby, moan for me. When you make this sound, you remind me of something dubious, and incredibly tempting, like a fallen angel. How can someone so innocent be so sensual and tempting at the same time? You mess with my head, igniting thoughts I never imagined a cold person like me to have. You made my dead heart beat again.” He whispers and scoops up the sticky liquid from between my thighs, while his other hand turns my face to watch him lick and suck it off his fingers. Yuck! Disgusting. But why does watching him suck his fingers send those shivers shooting through my body?

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

Grabbed two of the biggest ones. Came back down. I cracked mine open on a rock. Started drinking. It tasted sweet. A little bitter. Kind of like honey mixed with something else. But good. Really good. I brought the second one to Nero. He'd gotten comfortable by the fire. Shirtless. Sweating from the heat. Looking like some kind of sin god. I swallowed hard. Tried not to stare at his chest. Failed. "See something you like?" he asked. "No." "Liar."

“I… I’m not sure.” “May I taste it again?” I swallowed hard. Adrian’s eyes deepened, a blue so intense it seemed to burn through me, a haze of heat simmering behind it. It rattled my already unsteady breath. “You… want to try again?”

And then proceeded to the kitchen to double-check and prepare the ingredients for the menu. When he entered the kitchen, he projected a domineering personality and started prepping the dishes he'd serve later. Everyone is busy, so the kitchen is noisy: the sharp banging noise of the casserole, the fast chopping sounds of knives on cutting board, the rattling sounds of plates being washed, the blazing fire soaring high coming from the wok because of the liquor that was poured on it, and the delicious smell of the food that will make you want to taste it right away.