Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

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

I glared at him only to receive a sexy wink in return before he pulled back his regular calm demeanor. My bubble popped the moment we stepped inside, and I regretted coming here, not that we had a choice. After the initial greeting with Mr.Murrow which was the briefest stifling conversation I had seen Darcel making ever. Ulrich Murrow made no effort in hiding his disappointment that it Darcel who came to greet him from the Karwitz family. Darcel's identity was an open secret, however, he shouldn't be scorned for that and it made me livid, because Karwitz perfumes was the most sought after brand. I am sure most of the people here are wearing one of the Karwitz perfumes tonight.

Scar asked. Rebecca shook her head. "No. I remember that the perfume smelled like a flower. But, I don't know the name of it. I am sorry." She paused for a second and Noticing Scar's slightly sad face she assured her. "I may not know the name but I clearly remember the smell of it. I will never forget such an amazing scent. Once I smell it again I will recognize it immediately." Her words again brought a slight hope in Scar as she smiled. Now, they don't have anything to do here and they decided to go back home.

“And perfect for you.” Lucian met his eyes with an unreadable expression. “That’s quite a gift.” Artemis offered a careless shrug. “I don’t do halfway.” Lucian picked up the bottle and uncapped it, inhaling the scent. The rich spice, cinnamon and oud, filled the space like heat. His brow lifted slightly, impressed. He couldn't deny that he liked this surprise. Even if it came from the devil himself. “So what's the catch here?” Lucian asked, setting down the bottle on his table.

His jaw tightens and I can see his fists clench slightly in his pockets as he drags his eyes up my body till they lock with mine again. He looks like a predator and I feel like his prey. I need to get out of here. “Sir, if that is all, I would like to-” “What perfume are you wearing?” he asks, interrupting me. “Black Opium, Sir.” I say, confused. It’s one of the scents Klaus got for me. He actually asked me to wear Burberry Her today but I liked this one better so I spritzed it on before dashing out the door.

I murmur, the words ragged. The initial notes melt into the unmistakable richness of my signature Cambodian oud. But the composition has been entirely altered; it isn't harsh, or suffocating like the heavy concentrations I typically wear. It is cool yet dominating, laced with a devastatingly soft, elegant note that's unmistakably her; midnight jasmin, with the comforting, domestic chaos of burnt cake and rich chocolate. The weight of the wine and the oud anchor the base, her scent isn't dominating or heavy but I have memorized her essence deeply enough to recognize her specific scent from any realm. "Fuck, baby..." My throat thickens, the sheer emotional weight of the gesture leaving me enti

High collar where curiosity turns into obsession, and side seams trace every curve down to mid-thigh. That night at Le Baron, it worked like a beacon. Today, it will be my trap. As soon as I enter my studio, a basket from La Maison du Chocolat rests on my desk, wrapped in black silk. It seems he's been doing his research on me. Beside it, a spray of white jasmine — small, almost translucent flowers, exhaling a perfume that invades the air like a smothered secret. Delicate. Rare. Dangerously fragrant. The card is simple, on white paper, his handwriting precise as a scalpel's cut:

"I guess I would be going so you can eat your food." "No, please stay. I want company and I don't like to eat alone." He said, catching my hand. I stopped and met his eyes. "I want to show you something." He retrieved a bouquet from the cupboard. I looked at it, then up at him. "It's beautiful. Which perfume did you use." "It's a spray called Love Interior Aromatic Room Spray. It has floral notes of neroli, ylang-ylang, and jasmine mixed with spicy notes of vetiver and patchouli for the most romantic scent. It even contains rose quartz crystals for added love energy."

How did Theodore know this kind of perfume? "Jessie, come to my office." Alicia called Jessica over the intercom. The young lady came immediately after being called. "Miss Weisberg, what can I do for you?" "Do you know this perfume brand?" Alicia held up Florenc's perfume bottle for Jessica to look at. Oh, is that Florenc?! Of course Jessica immediately recognized it with one glance. It was the precious perfume she bought last week (but now has gone). Where did Alicia get it from? That brand would be clasifed below Alicia's standards,