Novel & Cerita Ariana Grande Scented Library Set

Her breath caught. Inside was a delicate gold locket—the kind that opened up to hold tiny pictures. Next to it was a small vial of Amelia's favorite lavender perfume, the one she'd worn on their wedding day, and a handwritten note folded neatly. "How... how did you get these?" Ariana whispered, her fingers trembling. Miguel smiled softly—the first genuine, warm smile she'd seen from him all night. "I've been planning this for weeks. I know she loves lavender. I know she used to wear this scent every single day when we were together."

I thought I looked almost like a vampire. . After taking care of my skin, I decided to put on some gel on to set my hair. I certainly did not want some gust of wind, or whatever, wrecking my hairstyle. I combed it the way I have always did everyday. I also put my personal favorite perfume, which I bought in Italy, on my neck and both my wrists. The brand was written on the perfume bottle, on it was written "Aurmany". The aroma has a very strong tinge of wood. It has the main accords of mostly amber and vanilla, as well. The ingredients consist of cardamom in the top notes, lavender and orange blossom in the middle notes, and lastly amber and leather as the base notes.

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But as Ariana stepped into the wide foyer, her footsteps came to a sudden, complete halt. ​Her breath caught violently in her throat. ​Across the hall, sitting on an antique mahogany side table right beside the grand staircase, was a familiar wooden easel. Resting on it was her old wooden dress form—the exact one she had used in the Monteverde mansion five years ago. Beside it sat a stack of familiar leather-bound sketchbooks, a set of imported graphite pencils, and a small glass jar containing the dried, preserved stem of a single white rose. ​"This..." Ariana whispered, her voice trembling as she slowly walked toward the table, her hand rising to hover over the sketchbook cover. "Damien, t

he just wants to live his life fullest and enjoy every moment ariel:- I am travel, as you know, I travel so many places and fitness so many magnificent things like you. this perfume is made up of honey and dead material which is rare and soon get extinct Ariel notice. this place is heaven, beautiful woman, expensive wine and fruit are decorated on the table, there are both man and women serve as host, Ariel want to work there and live his life in heaven ariel give 20 $ for 1 hour, he sits with two beautiful ladies. they have the same age as him. those girl dresses are really small and sexy.

Some were hanging in small pots on the wall, and even hung overhead. Such a wonderful place. Bellona left no stone unturned when designing the place. Guasparre led me to the center of the library where tables were placed neatly in a circle with comfortable wooden chairs. “There’s a Bluetooth speaker system built into the place that you can connect to incase you want some music.” He explained, “Give Ariana a call for whatever you need. I’d suggest going into town for a stroll a little before sunset to breathe. You’ll feel very refreshed.”

Rita immediately offered my briefcase and I took it before twisting the door handle and pushed it. What greeted me was amazing, the main library was almost the size of a grand ballroom. A look of books! Hardcover books! And the scent of the air reminds me of toluene or ethylbenzene, which smells sweet, benzaldehyde or furfural, which smells almond-like, or vanillin. It was the everlasting smell of good books. The bookshelves are so tall that ladders are even present in every corner. Also, shelves that seem to stick on the walls, they are much taller than the shelves at the center. Everything seems to arrange per catalog, I could see some of it just by standing here.

Kinabahan pa naman ako tapos ang sabi lang niya I was over reacting. That kid is really! We have arrived at the double brass door. Rita immediately offer my briefcase and I took it before twisting the door handle and pushed it. What greeted me was amazing, the main library was almost a size with a grand ball room. A look of books! Hard cover books! And the sent of the air reminds me of toluene or ethylbenzene, which smell sweet, benzaldehyde or furfural, which smell almond-like, or vanillin. It was everlasting smell of good books.

“You’re early today.” “Hi, Miss Lena!” Lena stood up and went behind the counter. She wore a baggy cream-colored sweater that slipped off one shoulder and blue jeans covered with a smudge of chalk-looking dust. Her chestnut hair was tied up in a loose knot with strands curling down over her temples, and she smelled, as ever, of vanilla and newly cracked books. She stooped down to Aria's level and opened her arms. Aria flew into the hug. "You smell like a story," Aria whispered against her sweater.

Cologne which did not belong to her. She took in a deep breath and prayed to God that her father wouldn’t notice the odd scent. Something entirely off from her usual olfactory taste. “Smells good in here, what’s the air freshener’s name?” Damian turned to Kiara, his hands on his hips. “Oh, that!” She laughed, waving her hand in the air, trying to get some fresh air to breathe in, “It’s Rio de Janeiro number 72 by Victoria’s Truth.” Damian wrinkled his nose, “I’ve never heard of it.”