Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage. As ivory approached the door to leave, she shook her head and turned around. ‘the reason why I visited you was to tell you that I want you to be in my team, I plan to go to Buklime mountain to gather some herbs and the ice lotus for merits point and I’m currently teamless...you can also tell your friends to join…if you want to’. Having said this she turned around and left. Immediately she left, Alfred jumped on the bed, grabbed his hair and used his head to hit the bed as he knelt on the bed.

But anyway, at least, he had an idea of what could keep the tigress in check. Dante is already at his condominium, the young lady is still mute with her eyes fixed on the finger. He kneeled towards her, her eyes bulging out, thinking Dante was about to lock lips with her, he pulled the seatbelt not after inhaling that sweet scent of hers. The more he tried to get the particular fragrance she used, the more he got drowned in her Since he was born, his family has been in the perfume business and no fragrant is difficult for him to identify but this one from Barbara is different, no matter how hard he tries, he remains clueless.

Signing and shaking his head in wonderment at the model's odd behavior, Ben used his index finger to poke and push Asahi's head off his neck. "Can you just be normal for once, Asahi? Are you a dog now?" Rolling his eyes, Asahi signed. Ben's scent assaulted him out of nowhere and he just wanted to memorize it for later. He wanted to make sure his nose recognizes it so he doesn't end up with a fake product later. "Your perfume...it smells like sex. What is the name?" "What?!" Ben quickly moved away from him feeling awkward. "I don't think so. I think you are the one that is horny. Can you just stop playing around and let's start? I have finished the first drink as it is. Just taste it."

answered one of the staff in the tent. Jessica nodded her head in satisfaction after hearing the answer, but before she could continue questioning the staff, someone suddenly appeared beside her. Even if she only smelled the person's perfume, she could tell the person's identity. Noah really liked wearing perfume, and he liked masculine ones. Jessica still remembered how she gave the man perfume for his birthday a few months ago, and today, she could smell the perfume on the person standing next to her. The top note was Fresh Accord, the middle note was Orange Blossom Absolute Heart, and the base note was Woods Accord. That kind of scent was Noah's favorite, and that was why the man looked s

My eyes scanned the bottle filled with peach liquid, perfectly designed with a black lid and an intricately crafted black tag that read the inscription, 'Jasmin Bonheur', a scented product of Guerlain. "It reminds me of your sensual scent. I just wanted to replicate it." He spoke up and a grin slowly formed on my face. "I love it." I professed, reaching for the last and smallest box. Something about this particular box made me overly nervous. I didn't know why. I could tell it was really special to him judging by the look on his face. It heightened my impatience to see what was in it.

Ciara asked. "No, thank you," the girl said as she pulled out money from her pocket and placed it on the counter. She then took the pack of cigarettes and headed towards the door. However, just as she approached the exit, she suddenly stopped. Turning her head slightly, she seemed to be sniffing something in the air. Suddenly, the girl looked straight at Ciara and tilted her head, saying, "Your scent is so sweet." Ciara didn't understand what she meant and instinctively raised her shoulder to smell her own body.

She saw Vivienne and stopped. *Look at her,* Kallie said. *Standing in her own mate's house like she needs permission to breathe.* Vivienne kept her eyes on Killian. He looked inside the bag. "Maison Francis Kurkdjian," he said. "The Baccarat Rouge limited edition. Signed by the master perfumer himself. There were only forty released." She tilted her head. "I had to call in a favor in Paris." He looked at her for a moment. "You didn't have to do that."

Being this close, I can’t help but notice the unique scent that clings to her, a personal fragrance that’s unmistakably hers. The smell of her shampoo is rich and enticing, a delightful blend of sweet vanilla and exotic pomegranate, intertwined with a subtle undertone of the alcohol from the night’s festivities. It’s a striking combination, leaving a lingering impression in my senses.

His eyes narrowed at me, tightening his grip on the bag from the gift shop. My eyes glanced at the bag, and I noticed some scented candles. I furrowed my brow when I saw a pine-scented candle. “That for Riko?” I asked, nodding to the bag. “That's not your business.” he snorted, moving the bag behind him. “Okay. You’re funeral. I was going to say pine… not the best candle. Riko likes floral smells. Like her body wash, peony and rose.” I shrugged. “What would you know about my daughter’s body wash?” he questioned. “I asked. I like how she smells.” I shrugged.

Asides from the fact that he’s a mafia don and my captor, he looks like a walking muscle of trauma. “Sensai 33?” the man asks out of nowhere, sniffing the air. “Yes?” I blink, surprised that someone knows the brand of my perfume. He hums in approval. “Good taste.” “Really?” “Yup. A solid choice. Sandalwood, cedar, a little leather. Classic.” He crosses his arms.