Ariana Grande Scented Library Set Novels & Stories

’ She inwardly asked herself and hurriedly went through her skincare routine, sprayed some fragrance, put on one of her silk pajama overcoats, and made her way to his room, all the while her heart thumping erratically in her chest. When Aria entered his room, she found it spotless, and everything there reminded her of him; it screamed Kayden. His scent was lingering in the air, mint mixed with the scent of wet earth after rain, and then something warm like vanilla. She felt she could breathe him in all day and never get tired. She stepped out of her fluffy sandals, and her bare feet padded over the heavy carpets. She approached his closet, her eyes finding the second drawer on her left. She

Aria’s POV Five Years Later The soft light filtered through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of my perfume studio, Velvet Vibe, casting a warm glow on the shelves lined with glass bottles of essential oils and extracts. The air was filled with the delicate, intoxicating scents of rose, sandalwood, and vanilla, each waiting to be blended into a new creation. My mixing station, a sturdy wooden table scarred with years of experiments and spills, stood at the center of the room.

She wasn't just here to occupy space; she was here to claim the territory. Five minutes later, the heavy oak doors of the library were pushed open without a knock. The scent of that artificial, suffocating French perfume rushed into the room, instantly clashing with the smell of my damp wool and the lavender cleaner of the nursery. Sandra stepped inside, her diamonds catching the dim amber glow of the fireplace. She stopped ten feet away, her arms crossing over her ivory lace bodice, her eyes sweeping over my form with a clinical, mocking satisfaction.

Deep, unreadable, and utterly captivating. The eyes of her precious little darling. Aria held her breath, staring into those midnight eyes— —and the black eyes stared back. Only, they weren’t four years younger. And they weren't looking at her from a soft squishy face. Aria took in a sharp, ragged breath, her lungs burning as the smell of stale liquor and cheap paint in her memories instantly dissolved, replaced by the heavy, expensive scent of cologne, high-end champagne, and the underlying scent of sandalwood.

Ariana tapped her feet on the ground as she waited for the meeting to end. It had already been up to an hour since she was standing and the ache in her back was starting to get unbearable. "I would definitely want to partner with you Miss Alice, just tell me where to sign," Miranda said... She was the owner of the Essential mists, Alice's favorite house fragrance brand, which also happened to be Sofia's Alice had set up the meeting because she also wanted her company to have the best smell.

Bianca–a name given to a woman who's sculpted like the goddess of sex. Lord Ardan moved with the kind of grace that didn’t belong in a room like mine. He took a single step toward the desk and picked up a scented candle, holding it beneath his nose. “Vanilla, sandalwood, rose... and something else.” He tilted his head slightly. “Do you know what this smells like, Julian?” I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t know. But because I wanted to see where and what he was playing at. He chuckled, setting the candle down. “It smells like seduction. A woman’s fantasy.” He looked at me, his eyes sharper now. “You ever wonder why a room like this, your room smells like every woman’s sex dream?”

The music from the ballroom didn’t fade; it mutated. Beyond the heavy, soundproofed mahogany doors of the private library, the gala continued—a sea of champagne, forced laughter, and predatory networking. But inside this room, the air was static, thick with the scent of old leather, expensive scotch, and the ozone-sharp edge of Julian’s cold fury.

Then they grabbed some lacy night gowns and some pajama sets. We grabbed lotions, bath slats, candles, bubble baths,razors,shaving creams perfumes all in the scent of lavender which confuses me till Brianna explains "its part of your natural scent you don't want to cover it but you can boost it a little some times for special occasions or whatever." I nod, still slightly confused.

I practically purr. “Do you know what your scent is to her?” she asks. Shit! “No.” “Well, to me, you have a woodsy scent, so you could go that route if they have it, or just go with something light and airy that would mix well with your woodsy scent.” “Okay,” I say, collecting the candles and putting them in the basket. “Is this a human store?” she asks. “No, it’s by the Academy.” “Okay then, strawberries and champagne. If they have chocolate covered strawberries, even better, if she likes chocolate.”

The moment Ryleigh stepped inside the library, the world shifted. It smelled like old paper and wood polish, with a faint sweetness of dried lavender drifting from somewhere unseen. The interior was a blend of cozy and grand—soft light streaming through tall windows, rows of worn bookshelves stretching from wall to wall, and arched ceiling beams stained a deep mahogany. It felt sacred. Quiet. Heavy with time.