Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

They began to step into the house after Abihirt took over the grip on the suitcase to follow every inch of their steps. "The perfume I gave her. There's still a sample of it in our room, maybe you accidentally wore it?" Shallow memories unexpectedly filled in the gaps at the top of Barbara's knowledge. She was slightly relieved after being able to reach the forgotten image. A month or two ago, aquatic perfumes like the scent of the sea and fresh air were left to the thrifty Moreau, while she had found sweet, warm, spicy oriental fragrances in a fitting combination. Barbara fingered the surface of Abihirt's chest while still overwhelmed by the need to take a step. She would not need a straigh

Woody, dry amber layered over leather and the faintest trace of bergamot. I know that scent...Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Oud Silk Mood... an expensive signature. I breathe through my nose and keep my eyes locked on the field. Whoever just sat down is watching too, and while every instinct in me registers him, I do not look. I am here to work. The trial is almost at halftime. And because Kwame Osei has only a few minutes left to prove he deserves everything I have fought to set up for him.

" I asked. Raka looked back at me while raising an eyebrow. "I don't like the smell of your perfume. The previous one was better," said Raka. I let out a heavy sigh "oh, okay. I broke my previous perfume, so,, I told stopped when Raka raised his hand, "I don't need your explanation. I'm not in the mood to argue. I'm saying that I wouldn't say I like it, so you have to stop repeating this. stop this disgusting chat, "said Raka

We are truly friends. I shrugged, trying to ignore the scent, but how could I ignore it when it perfectly suited my type of fragrance? It was a combination of a fresh forest and Sakura. Fuck, oh how I wanted to have that kind of perfume, whoever has that. I should ask that person where they bought that perfume. I sighed as I glanced at Daxton, who was busy staring into the air. His mind seemed to be out of the class. However, I could see that he clenched his jaw or gritted his teeth from time to time. It was as if he was trying to resist doing something or trying to resist showing his emotion. Was he mad?

From June's Perspective The air in the boutique has fundamentally shifted. It’s no longer scented with Leila’s calming lavender and the neutral smell of new fabric; it’s thick, heavy, and saturated with the scent of Fenris, rain-soaked cedar, crushed mint, and a dense, muscular warmth that seems to coat the back of my throat.

, Kora replied, looking out of the corner of her eye at that incredibly charming man, who continued to hold the empty glass in his hands and rub it softly with his fingers while his eyes could not detach from her. "Carnal love is my only relief valve. From it, I draw the energy necessary for the creation of something unique in the world. Versace, Dior, Chanel, Armani... these perfumes are exceptional, but they are not perfect. None of them is. They are shelf products. My works are pieces of art. They are pure emotion, they are like holy relics", she replied, who with those words only accentuated her sensuality, despite having remained perfectly still in the same position for the duration of

Both are undoubtedly handsome. "Lucas, get something you think is perfect for Emelia so I can get out of this place." Attitude. Lucas walked up to me with a warm smile displayed on his face. "Good day, Miss, I would like a ladies’ perfume. Which would you suggest is best?" "Well, Sir, I'd recommend the “Sparkling Sky.” It is rose-scented and every woman loves it." "Okay, I would have the sparkling...What did you say again?" Lucas asked

But still, Hyera doesn’t fully trust her. “Go on, just a sniff,” Serah urges. “If you don’t like it, I’ll take it back.” Hyera chuckles lightly and takes the bottle. It is true—Serah has shared perfumes with many pack members, claiming her passion for scents and her dream of starting a perfume company. Hyera thinks nothing of it as she opens the bottle and brings it to her nose. “Ah!” she gasps softly as the scent hits her. A beautiful floral silver fragrance fills her senses. It is strong, but nothing suspicious.

Natalia took her by the waist and bent down to her neck. What a nice perfume. This smell seems familiar to me. - She said in Monika Vardanovna's ear and smiled, almost touching her guest's face with her nose. - And this is Kenzo's exclusive line. Limited edition. I bought in Tokyo. I still have... a slightly different scent... I'll give it to you, Natalya Andreevna. - Losing confidence Monika Vardanovna babbled. She rested her palms on the huge shoulders of Natalia, who did not let go of her.