Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

Caleb reached Daisy next, greeting her with a gentle embrace and a light kiss on each cheek before turning to Arman. "You look good," Arman said with sincerity. "Thank you," Caleb answered with a shy flush. "Oh my God," Arman laughed. "You do not have to blush." He opened his arms and Caleb stepped into them, returning the playful hug. Arman inhaled faintly as they withdrew. "That scent is incredible. What is it?" Caleb stepped back with a small smile. "Imperial Majesty Parfum by Clive Christian."

he replied. She laughed lightly, hoping it sounded natural. As he pulled back slightly, his nose wrinkled. “Why do you smell like men’s cologne?” he asked, his tone casual but observant. Her smile froze for half a second. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an answer that wouldn’t betray her. She cleared her throat. “It’s a new perfume,” she said quickly. “From H Scents Luxe. They want me to model for an advert.” John raised an eyebrow.

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.

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

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.

Quoting the Queen herself, ‘She doesn’t like the way betas and gammas smell after training, and she expects me to be as fuckable as possible. I grabbed an expensive looking perfume with the label, ‘Elegant Oud and Sandalwood.’, then sprayed it on my body. My nose scrunched up automatically at the aroma that dispersed. “That smells good on you.” A sultry sweet voice suddenly reached my ears causing my head to turn to its source. I was surprised to find Ahbaya leaning by the door frame standing in her all naked glory. Two cups of coffee in her hands. I’m instantly drawn to the small crescent shaped birthmark on her shoulder, the mark of the Alpha. Light from the window behind her was blocked b