Ariana Grande Scented Library Set Novels & Stories

She turned to me and asked, "What’s your name, dear? What do you do?" I offered a polite smile. "Lily. I’m an intern at Zen Company." Her brows lifted slightly. "Zen? That’s one of our partner companies. You work under me, then. Better behave, young lady." I laughed softly. "I’ll be sure to stay on my best behavior." She chuckled, then pulled out a small vial from her purse. "Here. Try this perfume—it’s called Mystic Dew. It’s my favorite." The sweet fragrance was almost hypnotic. I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, momentarily enchanted. But before I could respond, my eyes caught a flash of movement.

She wore a peach sheath skirt that accentuated her curvy figure and a white women’s dress shirt tucked in her skirt with a pair of transparent high heels on her feet. But that is not what got my eyes popping and my heart racing. The sweet intoxicating scent that wafted through the door immediately when she entered had my wolf Wesley clawing in my mind and jumping around. ‘Mate!’ He growled. Ariana kept approaching my desk, gracefully swaying her hips making something twitch in my pants.. my nostrils flared when she got closer.. her strong scent of raspberries and chocolate was making my feelings go haywire. “Good morning Mr Hendrix, I’m your new assistant Ariana Jacobs,” she introduced herse

The next day after the girls had breakfast they decided to try and find a library to get the last of their studying in before the challenge. After a long 30 minutes of walking around in circles the girls had found it. The soft creak of the ancient library doors echoed faintly as Aurora pushed them open. A gust of cool, musty air greeted her—a blend of old parchment, polished wood, and something darker. The scent made her pause, her hand tightening around the door handle as her heart gave a little lurch. Allie and Bella stepped in behind her, their eyes wide with awe. Iris followed last, her soft gasp barely audible.

Unlike the others, these bore no carvings or insignias, only a faint trace of dust along the handles. Curious, she pulled them open. Beyond was a room that stole her breath. A vast, domed chamber lined with shelves that reached to the ceiling. Books of every color, size, and age filled the space, many bound in thick leather, others in strange metals and embroidered fabrics. The scent of old parchment and ink filled the air, layered with the faint sweetness of aged wood and dried herbs. A library. And not just any library—a hidden trove of ancient knowledge. Seraphine stepped inside slowly, reverently, as though she might wake something just by breathing too loud. The ceiling above shimmered

she squealed. [Welcome to Aniku’s library...may your worries fade with the ink and sheet.] A voice chimed, and the players smiled. The giant doors opened, and they all walked in, but unlike a place streaming with servers, freshly baked aromas, brewed coffee, and maybe some lively music, groans and low moans echoed. The grand shelves were filled with objects of every shape and size. sexy lingerie, dolls posing, and the room was alive. The lights changed from white to blue, erotic perfume branded the air, and moans echoed.

She sighed, feeling more relaxed from the moment the scent surrounded her. “Vanillin,” he said. “Excuse me?” “The aroma of old books. It’s actually lignin—related to vanillin. It’s why used bookstores have that fragrance they do. I read about it”—he motioned to a book on a shelf to his left—“in a book.” He grinned. She looked him over—maybe a little older than she’d original thought, slightly scruffy, T-shirt with something about obscenities on the chest. “What sort of books do you like?” he asked.

Unlike the others, these bore no carvings or insignias, only a faint trace of dust along the handles. Curious, she pulled them open. Beyond was a room that stole her breath. A vast, domed chamber lined with shelves that reached to the ceiling. Books of every color, size, and age filled the space, many bound in thick leather, others in strange metals and embroidered fabrics. The scent of old parchment and ink filled the air, layered with the faint sweetness of aged wood and dried herbs. A library. And not just any library—a hidden trove of ancient knowledge. Seraphine stepped inside slowly, reverently, as though she might wake something just by breathing too loud. The ceiling above shimmered

— Later That Night After a quick shower and quiet breaths alone, I made my way into Aria’s room. It always smelled like strawberries and lavender. There was something utterly untouched about it. Her room was beautiful—soft lavender walls, shimmering fairy lights hanging delicately along the window frames. Stuffed teddies littered the bed like an army of fluff and fur, a few even sitting in a tiny tea set circle on the floor.

In her arms she carried an enormous bouquet of peonies and white ranunculus, the petals so full they looked almost unreal. “For you, Miss Aria,” Anna said, setting them carefully on the desk. “They just came. The whole front office smells like a garden now.” Aria blinked at the flowers, momentarily struck by their sheer extravagance. “There must be three dozen here.” “Closer to five, I counted.” Anna grinned. “Should I find a vase, or three?” Aria laughed despite herself and reached for the small card tucked among the stems. She already knew. Of course she knew. But she pulled it free anyway, turning it over in her fingers.

Though he looked perplexed, he still did as he was told. Then, she lit some incense, letting the fragrance gradually spread through the air. Mom smiled and explained that it was aromatherapy incense that worked best when used together with her perfume. The idol trainee nodded. But the moment I caught the familiar scent, I quickly covered my nose. I knew that scent far too well. It was the sedative incense Mom bought. Half a year ago, I was kept awake by mosquitoes in my room. So I went to the storage room to look for some mosquito repellents.