Alt Novel Perfume Novels & Stories

Aurora’s POV Sunlight streamed through the blinds, falling across my workbench. I was mixing a new perfume. Rose, jasmine, and a hint of mint. This was my third month living in this small human city. I went by the name Anya now. I'd rented a small studio in the old district. My knowledge of herbs gave me a new trade. My faint healing ability gave my creations a unique soul. I became a perfumer. No one knew I was once an Alpha's Luna.

Turns out, it was because the scent perfume the whole time. “And now, let’s move to the average pricing which was $400 to $500. As for this… well, you will get your usual scent like during your heat moment so this perfume were only needs if you want some natural scent and make it dominance more to make your Alpha knows that you want him, and finally… this one…” The shop clerk reach out for the $1000 perfume scent which bottle looks pretty expensive. “This one…actually shouldn’t be in this section because the use is not to lure the Alpha or something but rather… it give you the scent that you want.”

Jaylene figured that if she could win over Grace as a client through what Julia had suggested, and at the same time deal a blow to Stella, Darcie would definitely be impressed. And Keegan, who was into career-oriented women. With all that in mind, Jaylene asked, "Do you have any ideas on how to make Mrs. Esper come here?" Julia immediately said, "Mrs. Barlow recently customized a perfume called 'Cloud Nine' at our shop. After it was formulated, she hasn't come to pick it up yet because she is busy. The bottle is still in our office. "The perfume uses a very rare plant extract, which has a dopamine-like charm. Sniffing the scent will make people feel cheerful. It is also unique and hard to re

The beautiful woman was about to protest when an elderly man in a dark suit emerged from the back room, his gaze carrying a touch of admiration as it fell upon me. "Mr. Bardier!" The beautiful woman gasped in surprise, her expression revealing that the man before her was none other than the recently acclaimed perfume master and the boutique's owner. "Madam, perhaps 'Fantasy' would better suit your taste," Bardier suggested, producing a bottle of purple perfume from the nearby display cabinet. It featured numerous tiny sequins at its core, glistening and captivating under the light. "Oh, thank you. I adore this scent," the noblewoman exclaimed as she lifted the perfume and took a gentle sniff

It was her sweat and blood. The perfume's name was Écarlate so she looked it up and rolled her eyes when she saw the name of the store where it was available to order and purchase at the official stores. "What kind of crappy name is this?" YLA? What the hell was that? She had never heard of it and she liked keeping an eye on her competitors so she wouldn't end up losing out too much. "Wait. It's a new brand. My idea was stolen by a newbie?" She fumed. This was insolence!

But upon his arrival, he noticed a familiar motorcycle parked. "Huh, isn't that..." Calisto couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He grabbed the perfume designed to conceal his wolf scent, spraying a bit onto his pulse points and rubbing it into his neck. Even he was amazed at how quickly his lycan scent dissipated, thanks to the potency of the fragrance. This perfume was a game-changer in their lycan world, difficult to acquire and only purchasable from a renowned vampire.

I asked with rapt attention now. “Blue rose?” She asked nonchalantly. “No, the one after that” “Scarlet woman. What’s up with that?” she asked “I know that one, it’s not a new perfume” “Uh, yeah. It says here that it’s a vintage perfume. It’s exclusive and there’s only one bottle returning. I’m pretty sure it’s already been snatched up by now. How did you know that though?” She asked, paying full attention to me this time. Olivia was looking at me too, waiting for my answer.

With a small smile, I said, “When we dress up to go out, the last thing we apply is a perfume that defines us. Whether we want to appear delicate, manly, fresh or sweet. The perfume we choose to wear defines us. If it’s a formal meeting, we will wear something light yet rich. If it’s a date, we will wear something heady or musky. For me, as a blind person, I can define someone by the tone of their voice, the scent they are wearing. I attach scents to people and the idea of creating new scents for others and how I wanted people to see me, just based on how I smell, seemed very exciting so… here I am.” “That’s a lovely answer, Valeria. Tell us something about your new launch.” “The new fragran

After all, she wouldn't lose anything by simply exchanging pleasantries. Glancing toward the adjacent counter, she saw Julissa still inspecting the perfumes. Annabelle was about to excuse herself when Ada grabbed her arm. "I was thinking of buying a light perfume too. This one’s new, right? Let’s try it together." Feigning warmth, Ada picked up two fragrance test strips. She sprayed the perfume into the air, waved the strips through the mist, then handed one to Annabelle. Annabelle took a sniff. The subtle, elegant scent of osmanthus filled her senses. It was just the kind of fragrance she liked — light and delicate.

“Yeah, it’s the same for sure. Why?” “When I picked Alaia up from the station and brought her home, I smelt this perfume on her clothes,” I explain, and Josh frowns. “I knew it was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It’s not Shayla’s smell. She hates perfumes with strong floral smells; it gives her a headache. It wasn’t until Sophie just hugged me that I placed the smell. It’s Coco Chanel, I know because it’s Sophie's favourite perfume. I bought it for her.” I explain quietly, and Josh’s eyes grow wide. “Think about it? Why would Alaia come back smelling like a perfume that’s not her mother's? And who hates Shayla and would benefit from her disappearance?”