Bakura Perfume Novels & Stories

"I didn't want to give you this at first because I thought you'd, you know, get emotional. But Saroor had these stowed away inside her cupboard for you. I think it's the birthday tradition thing you guys have." Taking the two bottles of perfume from Bapi, I turned them around in my hand. Capri Lemon Leaves and Velvet Petals. A scrap of stenciled paper was tied to the Velvet Petals with a bright orange silk ribbon. I grabbed my glasses from the desk and perched them atop my nose, and the muddled scribbles became clearer. Overly sentimental handwritten letters were always your Bapi's thing, never mine, but I'll attempt one anyway.

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.

Then I drop to her heels. Yup. Loub**tins. I knew that click belonged to royalty. Blood-red soles, at least four inches, speaking pure silent dominance. As she nears, her perfume hits me. Damn. That’s Mais*n Franc*s Kurkd*ian. It's probably Bacc*rat R*uge 540. It's giving the scent of women who never sweat and always get their way. I blink. Well, shit. She’s in front of me now, smiling — full teeth, perfect white dentures like she flosses with silk thread and rare water.

He commented. “Oh, Mr. Battenkurt, you are being awfully generous” Heath smiled politely. “Thank you so much, sir.” Chaos smiled back. “Shall we start?” Heath asked politely. Chaos nodded. Heath, with a practiced hand, unfurled the dental bib. He held it open, ensuring it was positioned correctly, and gently draped it over Chaos’ neck as Heath smelled Chaos’ expensive perfume while he took a note of the scent knowing that it was Royal Oud by Creed. Heath mentally noted to himself that he needed to buy that same perfume since it was this billionaire’s perfume.

It would be impossible “wait, I forgot the Oud, I’ll give you to smell it, let me know if you like it” Kiara rushed to her dresser and opened a drawer taking out a small bottle of a dark fragrance, opening it, the smell immediately hit my nostrils, I didn’t even need her to bring the small pin closer to me to catch the scent of the oud, it was a strong fragrance, one which was intoxicating. I knew that I would be catching everyone’s attention when I used it, nodding at Kiara, she smiled and slowly wiped the pin behind my ear then on my wrists, I smiled as she closed the bottle and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek.

A tall guy it was,lite in complexion,with one by one twisted hair that everyone could see that it was taken care of. Candice knew perfumes like nothing,she loved colognes so much that she could recognize which type one had worn at that moment,just by smelling it. That Cologne the guy had worn was a BVLAGARI, she knew it costs an arm and a leg. So she convinced herself that the guy's got bucks! " Heey! How are you? Have you been assisted or you still need one to do so? Because if you haven't been then am willing to do so ".

Why would she toss them now? Mia stared at them for a beat longer, then turned away, the skin at the back of her neck crawling. Upstairs, she grabbed Ezra’s overnight bag from the bedroom. As she turned to leave, a breeze brushed against her neck. She froze. The hallway window was ajar. Curtains fluttered, whispering secrets. Something hung in the air—faint but unmistakable. Bakhoor. Not Sebastian’s lavender. Not her own citrus. Not the sandalwood of Ezra or the boys. This was foreign—heady, woody, with a burn of spice that lingered in her throat. Sweet, smoky incense.

in the kitchen last night, Bima had just blindly snatched it and put it on. Now, in the middle of a painfully boring Structural Theory class, Bima was trapped in a lethal delusion. That scent. Sharp sandalwood mixed with a hint of clean citrus and Arka’s signature, heavy masculine musk. A scent that Bima could usually only breathe in when his face was buried deep in the crook of the guy's neck was now embracing him from every direction, wrapping around him like an invisible shroud. Every time Bima shifted in his seat, his own rising body heat seemed to evaporate Arka’s cologne clinging to the fibers of the fabric, sending sensory waves that made his nerves short-circuit.