Aroma Sensei Novels & Stories

she smiled. Darius could not help but laugh aloud. “Mother, that is what your conscious is telling you to smell. Whatever your mind tells your senses to focus on is what will manifest. If your mind tells you to smell something good, then that’s what you smell. If it tells you to smell something unappealing, that is what you smell,” he explained as if he were a scientific scholar.

It felt so nice! Zaha smiled slightly with a warm gaze. "I studied for several years to master massage therapy techniques that can relieve muscle pain and fatigue. Do you like it, Princess?" Zaha's low and soft voice sounded too sexy and instantly made Arai's heart pound. Arai nodded quickly. "It feels so nice! But in that second, Arai gasped as Zaha's hand reached up to her calf and massaged it gently. Arai had an athletic body and the muscles throughout her body were highly trained. Moreover, she could feel sensations such as touch and gentle massage more intensely after she became an .

"What was the trigger?" Kurai pointed to his nose. "My smell. I have scent memories that I still remember from birth and now I can smell anything from miles away." He bragged. "You seem to be used to it then." Kazuha mused. Cai Kang suddenly feels like a third wheel. "Not at all. He can control the range of his sense of smell." Kazuha nodded then frowned upon noticing something strange. "You are a Kyo but you have no chi training, did you?"

Though she didn't really have much hope that Elie would tell all the truth, she still wanted to give it a try. Suddenly her over-sensitive nose senses a sweet smell, floating around her. Scarlett closed her eyes, trying to identify the smell. One of her talents is that she could sense various smells and identify them to a degree. "A sweet tea scent with some mild aromatic flowers." She murmured. Her brows furrowed together more deeply when she detected the actual scent. "Red Ginseng!" Scarlett knew this Korean element and smelled it once in her school, so she knew the scent only. No other ideas of how it works.

“How did everyone know?” “Because he never looked at her the way he looks at you.” She smiles. “Like you’re the sun and he’s been living in darkness.” My face heats. “That’s—that’s dramatic.” “It’s true.” Camila hangs my clothes in the massive closet. “I’m an omega. I can sense these things. The bond between you two—it’s strong. Real.” I look down at my hands. “I don’t have a scent. Doesn’t that—doesn’t that bother you?”

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

, she leaves with the same urgency as she arrived, and I follow her figure down the corridors, then the stairs, and finally, the hall until I reach the bar. As soon as my eyes return to Adam Arnault, he appears relaxed and accomplished. Which makes me believe that he has succeeded in creating the Aroma he so desired. Otherwise, he would not be here giving a little peace to his mind that, along with his perfectionism, must have pushed him to the extreme this last week. What he doesn't know is that I also created the same aroma. Nothing professional that could be compared to his perfume, but enough to catch his attention... ━━━━━━✧♛✧━━━━━━

Grabbing hold my nearby towel,I run few taps along my skin and facial appearance, allowing it absorb the free flowing liquid. Feeling wiredly and unusually uncomfortable after few water drenching,I repeatedly eye roam the arena, feeling unsusally delighted and unpleased regarding the current wierd aura surfing through the atmosphere. It's hot vanilla and strawberry flavoured scent, combined with alluring candy and sugary aroma seems both pully and hypnotizing, gradually sending me nuts. It's aroma possessing powerful unbreakable bond pulling me towards and unknown direction,an unknown bond etched with unimaginable love and power.

When Amara arrived through the back entrance, he turned to her with that slow-burning smile that always made her knees a little less reliable. “You’re early,” he said. “I needed to move.” He nodded as if he understood entirely. “Put on an apron. I want to show you something.” She followed him to the test kitchen, where rows of herbs lined the counter like a miniature garden. He handed her a sprig of rosemary, then a bunch of fresh basil. “What’s this?” she asked. “Tell me what you smell.” She took a deep breath. “Pine. Citrus. Warmth.”

He was standing really close, Arya could smell his pheromones. “I’m afraid I’m not that knowledgeable about wines but I’m sure that you could teach me sir.” Arya smiled. That smile melted something in Mr Netherfell. “Miss Arya, I could teach you so many things.” His voice became hoarse and Arya could feel how his pheromones became more intense. She didn’t like that, Josephine told her that she was ordered to take care of her great Master so was she a treat for this pathetic Alpha. Fuck no. She was still too sober for that. His hand landed on Arya’s arm.