Ariana Grande Scented Library Set Novels & Stories

♤ The scent of him hit her first. Iced pine. Dark spice. Alpha. It pierced the dusty silence of the library, a scent she’d known and feared for years. But now, it wasn’t just familiar. It was a hook in her navel, yanking her forward.

"Ms. Torrey? Aren't you and Mr. Lodge celebrating your engagement party tonight? How come you're back so soon?" Ariana ignored her as well. She went straight into her dressing room. Ariana yanked the pearl necklace off her neck and took off the gown she was wearing. Then, she threw all of the clothes in her closet that were purchased according to Evelyn's style into a cardboard box. "Ms. Torrey! What are you doing…" Martha was flabbergasted. Ariana glanced at the row of perfume bottles lined up on a rack in the dressing room. Those were all fragrances Evelyn once liked wearing.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

Not defeated—just waiting. With a sigh, Aria grabbed her keys and headed out the door. She couldn’t stand smelling like lavender anymore. The pack’s local HalMart wasn’t crowded. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above her as she walked toward the hygiene aisle. Her footsteps were slow, dragging. She reached for a bottle of shea butter body wash, opened the cap, and let the soft scent of coconut and cream soothe something frayed inside her. She dropped it into her basket. The makeup aisle was next—not because she needed anything, but because it gave her an excuse to keep moving. She ran her fingers over a display of lip gloss, trying not to think about the way the pack looked at her now.

Trying to regain her composure, she quickly gathered her books, but in her haste, her bag tumbled to the ground, spilling its contents. "Let me help you pack" Nora offered, seemingly with genuine concern as she squatted down to assist. "No need, I'm fine" Ariana said, her voice tinged with hint of defensiveness. She quickly packed her bag and stood up, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment. "Oh, the stench! it's unbelievable," Sofia commented, crinkling her nose. Swiftly pulling out a small perfume bottle from her pocket, she sprayed a cloud of fragrant mist into the air, inhaling the sweet scent.

Not to talk of the embarrassment and the extra stress I would impose on the sweet people by making them teach me how to read. The library was the same size as the room I was given. Tall bookshelfs stood in front of every brown painted wall, filled with rows of books of different kinds, I was utterly surprised when I first came in and caught sight of romance books. Ariana had winked in response when I asked and it was no doubt that she was the source. She had even divulged to me she had gathered all the sexual experiences from the steamy ones which helped her out during body actions with her boyfriend Steven.

They focus somewhere around my chin. "I need to get dressed—" She tries to move past me. I catch her wrist gently. "Don't. Please." "Ryker—" "Just—give me five minutes. If you still want to leave after that, I'll let you go." She hesitates. Then nods. I pull her closer. Not touching. Just—close. I breathe her in. Body wash and something uniquely her. No wolf scent. Just Rhea. And I realize—I don't miss the scent. This is better. This is hers alone.

With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense. The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each laden with dusty tomes and peculiar artifacts—a glass orb swirling with mist, a dagger etched with runes, a chalice that hummed faintly. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere deep within, as if the books themselves were alive. Aria’s grip tightened on Rollan, her heart thudding as they ventured further.

“And I see you brought company.” Arianna tensed under her gaze. I crossed my arms. “We need your help.” Iris arched a brow. “Of course you do.” She stepped aside, waving us in. “Well then, Alpha, let’s see if I feel like giving it.” I exhaled and stepped inside, Arianna right behind me. The second we stepped inside, the scent of herbs and burning incense filled my nose. The cabin was dimly lit, the air thick with something ancient, something unnatural. Candles flickered against the walls, casting shadows that danced like whispers of the past.

He was definitely cynical about it. Professor Fields approached him from the corner of the room, slid her arm about his and led him to the flasks. “Here, take a sniff. It’s definitely different and I believe would do quite well in the market. It is made from the effusion of Neroli, I believe.” Upon the mention of his favorite scent, he picked a piece of paper and sprayed a slight amount on the paper. He held it below his nostrils and was assailed by a strange feeling. He could not define it but it lifted his spirits for the rest of the evening.