Black Optimus Perfume Novels & Stories

Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind. “You’re welcome.” His deep voice reverberated as I walked towards him. All I could smell was his sinister scent as I closed the gap between us. He was more trouble than the others, his heartbeat faster than a car’s tires at the highest speed. He wasn’t human for sure. “Who are you?”

It was like my mind wasn't focusing on sex because it has been occupied by so many other things. I stood up and went towards the door that led to the VIP area. The guard looked at me and just like that he opened the door. I was well known. I stepped in and was greeted with a sweet luxurious smell of one of Lenetti's best products. It was a perfume created by extracting the melanin from flowers and then mixing it with the right formulas to create that perfect smell.

Amy said to cheer up her dad when she noticed the hesitant look in his eyes. “C’mon dad, open it.” She encouraged with a sweet smile, wrapping her arms once again around his torso. Henry reluctantly opened the shopping bag and brought out the small box inside. A smile slowly crept up his face when he saw his favorite perfume ‘Clive Christian No 1 Imperial Majesty’ “I noticed you were running out of yours and you’re too occupied to get a new one, so I decided to get you one myself.” She murmured against his chest.

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 threat at the sight of her. She was wearing a black gym bra and black leggings that ended at her half. 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.

Always sniffing my neck, always picking out new colognes, always complaining when one of his ran out. A saleswoman approached me. “Looking for something in particular?” “Yes,” I said. “Something bold, warm… masculine.” She smiled knowingly and led me to a shelf. When she picked up a black-and-gold bottle, I knew instantly. “Tom Ford Noir Extreme,” she said. “One of our best sellers.” I sprayed it on a test strip, lifted it to my nose, and smiled. “This is him,” I said softly. The saleswoman laughed. “Then it is the one.”

“Black with grey dots… another black with red design. These look really nice...I love black but this is even better.” He grinned like I’d just handed him the keys to a Lamborghini. I don't understand why he was acting like a giant kid, and it was annoyingly adorable. Maybe he hasn't received gifts since his parents died. The thought made my heart ache. How sad. Then came the embarrassing decision. The most expensive one too. He pulled out the bright pink hoodie and unfolded it. The bold black text with tiny sunglass printed across the front read: **Bad Boys Can Wear Pink Too.**

"For the Acting Luna appointment ceremony. Something—special." "How special are we talking?" Ricky's eyes gleam. "Very." He stands. "I have just the thing. Wait here." He disappears into the back. Rhea leans close. "He seems—enthusiastic." "He's the best. Worth every penny." Ricky returns. Carrying a gown. It's—stunning. Deep blue. Almost black. Covered in silver embroidery that looks like constellations. "This," Ricky says, "is my masterpiece. It's not for sale. It's a display piece. But—" He looks at Rhea. "I think it was made for you."

Her voice trembled as she spoke to her reflection, “Just a few more drops.” Her fingers shook as she tipped the small glass vial over her collarbones. The clear liquid hissed a little when it hit her skin. It was a black-market scent-suppressant, strongly silver-laced. To the average human, it was like a soft scent. To a werewolf, it was just pain. The silver ate at her inherent biological signature, dissolving her smell until she was nothing but pricey vanilla and artificial roses. It was the one thing that kept her going.

I tried to sit up to understand where this smell was coming from, but as I did, I turned my face towards Perseus and noticed something very different about him. His smell had changed, and now it's like a living forest under the dominion of a god: intense notes of wild pine, apple tree, and pines mixed with aged leather, marked by wars and time. A scorching heat emanates from him, like the blazing sun at noon, the touch of Hélios, his latent fury ready to awaken. There's also warm amber, oak moss. I see him as wild, noble, and untamable, his aroma commanding respect and fear even before his presence is noticed.