Novel & Cerita Black Optimus Perfume

She was dressed all in black, and she looked like she could be a model. This woman was wearing a mask, so her entire face was completely invisible and Amelia didn't recognize the woman either. "You have the perfume?" the woman asked. Amelia nodded and handed it over. The woman took it and held it up to the light, examining it carefully. "This is a very special perfume," she said. "It's called 'Stimulating.' It has a very powerful effect on people. It makes them feel more confident, more attractive, and more willing to take risks."

Stacy fake whispered and we all chuckled while Troy glared at his mate. Troy whispered in something in Stacy's ear and she blushed but rolled her eyes at him. He sent her a warning look and she quickly changed the subject. "Sorry. I couldn't find my gym bra!" Sam called as she rushed down the stairs. I growled in the back of my throat at the sight of her. She was wearing a black gym bra and black leggings that ended at her calf. I both loved and hated the outfit. I loved it because my mate looked sexy as fuck but I hated it because everyone else would see her too.

She could not tell what was wrong with it. She used perfume often but was not an expert on it. However, as it was a gift from her son, she was still very pleased. “Never mind that. Perhaps that’s the smell of success.” “The smell of success?” “That’s right! You will succeed after both of us have suffered for so many years. Of course, it’s the smell of success. Oh, yes, what’s the name of the perfume?” Damian looked at the perfume in her hand and chuckled. “It’s called Victory!”

Lalisa chuckled at herself, taking unsteady steps along the sidewalk. Suddenly, she turned around. To her right, there was a massive advertising display area with blindingly bright lights. On the billboard was an image of a perfume brand, the latest product released by the Sherwood conglomerate. Lalisa blinked in confusion as she looked at it. It looked similar to the perfume that Jayce Sherwood had recommended to her, claiming it suited her perfectly. On the advertising billboard, the perfume bottle was even taller than her, exquisitely designed with an angelic shape. The bottle’s mouth resembled that of a tiny angel, with two hands forming the shape of a heart. The bottle was filled with a

“Me too.” Mom and I sat next to each other as we began unboxing and testing, even if it was already tested. I chose first the organic one. We had a particularly unique type of packaging that the CEO, me, and our designer knew the secret to protect the products from counterfeit fraud. “It’s impressive.” I loved the antioxidant-tinted serum. It was thinner, lightweight, and easy to absorb on the skin. I sniffed it. “It almost doesn’t have a smell.” “You’re pregnant. Usually your olfactory is very strong.”

I wanted to say no, but there is something about her tears that I do not like seeing; I just sometimes feel like she was like a younger sister to me, because that is probably the only reason I am moved by her tears and do not want to make her feel bad. I closed my laptop and went over to the washroom. I was done in about ten minutes, I walked out of the washroom feeling fresh, I'm scheduled for an important meeting today and I needed to be there on time. I dried myself off, and dressed up in my black midnight suit. I wore my Cavanis Black perfume, which was a product from Liv Luxe company and has been one of the brand I have been using. Who would have thought I would meet the CEO of my favor

“Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, Your Majesty?” “Just fucking tell me.” The scientist glanced at his Beta, who nodded. “My suspicions were correct, Your Majesty. The perfume contains synthetic pheromones designed to mimic the chemical signature of a fated mate bond.”

I swallowed hard and opened the drawer beneath my mirror. Dozens of perfume bottles glittered under the light, a mosaic of glass and silver. My fingers brushed over them absently…rose, sandalwood, vanilla—until I stopped. There it was.A black crystal bottle, sleek and sharp-edged. Velour d’Ombre. The one he had given me. I lifted it slowly, fingers trembling just a little. The scent still lingered even before I opened it, a blend of smoke and shadow, with something faintly floral hidden underneath. It was expensive, rare, and devastatingly intoxicating. Just like him.

If my touch, my scent, my presence could still override everything else. I chose a short, backless black dress — slinky, clinging to every curve, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. The fabric was thin, the back completely bare down to the dimples above my ass. No bra. No panties. I applied the special perfume oil I used to wear in the early days — the warm, intimate blend that always drove him wild, especially when I was aroused. The kind that made my orgasm smell different. Distinctly, unmistakably mine.

She looked like she was excited about something. She wanted to see Dustin in a panic. But to her disappointment, she did not get what she wanted. Dustin looked unfazed. He even looked at her in amusement. Bianca felt greatly displeased. “You’re quite composed. Even at a time like this, you’re still pretending to be calm. I have to admit, I admire you a bit,” she said. “Don’t worry. You’re not poisoned with anything lethal. It’s just something called Decina Neutralizing Fragrance. It’s one of the world’s most potent drugs. It’s used exclusively to neutralize powerful fighters.