Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

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.

"Why can't I dress up a little huh, I just want to since it's a party even though it's just only your birthday, and you're an annoying friend hmmph." Clutching his shin, aggrieved Phil glanced and stared at the irrational girl. "By the way, this is my present for you." Sonja handed over a white paper bag to Phil and looked away angrily. Phil looked at the thing inside the paper bag; it was a bottle with a liquid that has a slight pinkish hue. "What is this?" "It's perfume obviously, it's made from the flowers of a fragrant camellia. It smells great and I hope you use it."

Asher muttered, but then his eyes widened and darted to the side. He grabbed a small black leather bag Kara had dropped when she stormed in earlier. There were lipsticks, a dagger, a tiny mirror—then his face lit up like he had struck gold. “Bingo,” he whispered, holding up a sleek bottle of perfume. I grinned. “Good job… See? It wasn’t so hard to rebel.” I praised, and he smiled cheekily as he handed me the bottle. I sprayed it all over myself and even my insides, just for good measure. The smell was overwhelmingly strong and I coughed. “Shit—”

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."

Boro said, there is our soulmate in the village. Burdak, who was confused and didn't understand Boro's intentions, even had time to pass through the village, until he smelled a very strange fragrance. A fragrance he had never smelled before, a mixture of castor oil and sandalwood, with a hint of gahru. It's incredible, how can there be such a fragrance.