روايات وقصص ضمن Black Optimus Perfume

A problem he had to eliminate before she destroyed everything he had built. Nigel was still struggling to catch his breath. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and the lingering nausea showed no signs of abating. Mrs. Harris placed a firm hand on his arm. "Nigel... talk to me. What's wrong?" He remained silent for a moment, staring blankly ahead. Then, he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he tried to contain what he had been suppressing for years. “I can’t…” His voice was hoarse, broken. “I can’t stand the smell of omega pheromones anymore.” Mrs. Harris and Eloise exchanged a surprised look. “What?” Eloise breathed, incredulous. Nigel closed his eyes for a moment, searching for

Ilya is going to kill Valen. It’s finally official. Ilya is dressed in a tight, sleeveless black turtleneck top. The fabric hugs his muscular body, displaying his biceps and triceps and his toned midsection with abs showing underneath the fitted top, while his pants are high-waisted black trousers that hug his waist and hips perfectly like a seductress. However, what Ilya is wearing is the least of his problems. His biggest problem is what he smells like; lavender, Ilya’s natural scent, was given to him in a bottle of perfume.

You will also know that it is a new bath because it is still wet and a few drops of water have dripped down his neck. "Athena hey!" I got up and got up because of his yelling at me. I avoided him a bit and looked at the others. His scent smells so good that I always smell every time he leaves. D'calysra Exclusive Luxurious Scent. It's a scent that you never get tired of smelling. "Move on, I know I'm handsome," he said with a grin and turned his back on me. I didn't do anything so I pushed myself to go to the bathroom. I also saw the pair I was going to wear. A black looking tank tops I don't know its design because it's hanging and ripped pants that are almost the same as his.

She hooked her arm through mine, dragging me toward Sephora as soon as we got to the mall. "Now come on. We're testing every perfume sample until we find one sexy enough to make him lose his damn mind when you walk into school on Monday." She added, pulling me into the store. I let her pull me along, the tightness in my chest easing just a little. Maybe Ava was right. Maybe I needed this—needed to remember there was a world outside of Adrian Knight and his stupid secrets. Ava held up a tester bottle of something called “Black Orchid” with a wicked grin.

gray like brewing storm clouds, as intense as lightning itself but also as quietly shocking as the low rumble of thunder. His crisp midnight blue suit, which is most likely more worth than my annual rent, hugs him perfectly, clinging onto every sharp plane in a way that makes it obvious he has a great body. Even from here, I can smell his perfume. Musk and mint, with a hint of freshness in there that I cannot place, like pine. In all the times I’ve seen him on TV or on the internet, I always thought he was uniquely and devastatingly good-looking. But I never thought he would be absolutely immaculate.

Sephora changed into a special black dress that she had chosen specifically for visiting the families of the fallen. It's strapless design was comfortable and free-flowing. The black glittering skirts encrusted with beads and embroidered flowers, made the dress look cheerful enough - compared to the dark colours. What Sephora liked the most about it, was the subtle black ombre merging into grey along the bottom third of the skirts, making it look like she had been walking through ashes.

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.

The hidden perfume house sat behind an unassuming black door in the old quarter of the city. At exactly 11 PM, I stepped inside, my portfolio clutched tightly in my hands. The air hit me first — a complex symphony of rare woods, blooming night flowers, and something darker, almost animalistic. Damien Blackthorn waited for me in the central blending room, surrounded by hundreds of crystal vials and antique brass scales. At thirty-six, he was tall and commanding, with sharp features, midnight hair, and eyes the color of aged bourbon.

requiring a sales rep, the sudden detour, the crash that conveniently shattered the most potent crates right in my face. The perfume had been weaponized. Concentrated fragrance oils weren’t supposed to knock out a beta like me. They shouldn’t even be in crates but in boxed shapes where nothing would harm it. Yet these ones were exposed and kept in crates with excuses that the order wasn’t expected. So the owners agreed to receive them in crates. Bullshit! One uniqueness of our kind is that we heal fast, resist most toxins. Yet one deep inhalation of whatever they’d laced or amplified in those bottles had dropped me like a human.

He put the handkerchief back in his pocket when he'd finished. - One more thing... He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out something. A chain. When she noticed the pendant, she opened her mouth in amazement. It was the "blue moonstone". A piece of jewellery worth well over a million dollars. The stone was made of crystals and polished with rhodium. Rhodium was the reason for its exorbitant price. He approached her and placed it around her neck. She was about to refuse, but... She accepted it. She'd wanted it ever since it first appeared.