Blue Curve Perfume Novels & Stories

Ethan handed her the bag and his magnetic voice sounded, "It's for you." For her? Isabella was surprised and skeptical as she took the bag. As she opened it while walking, she was stunned when she saw what was inside. "OMG! Blue Dew N.3, it's a limited edition! Where did you get it?" After saying that, Isabella suddenly remembered Ethan's mother's profession. Blue Dew was a specialized perfume company, and his mother was a top perfumer in that company. It was well-known. Isabella continued to look at the other bottles. They were either limited editions or ones she had never seen before. The scents were incredibly fragrant. She guessed that the ones she had never seen before were probably cre

The crowd was mesmerised by her beauty as they gawked at her as she walked carefully to the stage. She wore a classic royal blue dress with a transparent floral design at the hem and the back of the dress that slightly exposed her back. The sassy blue shade was both traditional and Victorian-inspired, creating a perfect balance between elegance and boldness. The dress narrowed around her waist, snatching her small waist perfectly before it expanded and fell to the ground, hiding her feet.

Jaylene figured that if she could win over Grace as a client through what Julia had suggested, and at the same time deal a blow to Stella, Darcie would definitely be impressed. And Keegan, who was into career-oriented women. With all that in mind, Jaylene asked, "Do you have any ideas on how to make Mrs. Esper come here?" Julia immediately said, "Mrs. Barlow recently customized a perfume called 'Cloud Nine' at our shop. After it was formulated, she hasn't come to pick it up yet because she is busy. The bottle is still in our office. "The perfume uses a very rare plant extract, which has a dopamine-like charm. Sniffing the scent will make people feel cheerful. It is also unique and hard to re

My pulse races as excitement fills me, but mostly because I get to see Levi again after three years. I exhale shakily, smoothing my dress as I stand before the mirror, staring at my reflection. The silk fabric clings to my figure, the deep blue color complementing my pale skin. Luna sent it days ago as a congratulatory gift for passing my final exams. The thought makes me smile because I know Levi must have picked it out—blue is his favorite color on me.

I was jealous but honestly, her perfume choice smells so much better in comparison to the fruit scented body sprays and mists Mirabelle and I indulge in. As I make my way up to her, I make two conclusions, one, Sheryl is too beautiful for her age, which can't be younger than fifty if I'm correct. And two, blue is her favorite color, she looks gorgeous in it, any shade of blue is stunning on her.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

She showcases perfection, like she’s practiced and practiced for days to make her actions look utterly flawless. Returning my gaze back to my work, I scan over my notes and calculations one final time to ensure I haven’t missed anything. Confident, I’m ready to add the last ingredient. Using a sharp needle, I prick the end of my finger, placing it over my concoction and allowing a few drops of blood to plunge into the solution. I give the flask one final swirl before carefully transferring it to a perfume bottle just as the bell signals the end of the final round. My heart pounds both excitedly and nervously in my chest as the judges come to critique my perfume first. My perfume is encased i

Is it another gift? She rubbed her eyes and opened it up to find a gown. Pulling it out from the box, she stood up and laid it on the bed to get a better look at it. It was a cerulean blue open back gown with marshmallow white ombre at the bottom with white flowers embroidery vertically on top. It was a rather simple yet stunning design. Clara had never said it out loud but blue was actually one of her favorite color, as an artist, she was not supposed to have a single favorite color but if she had to choose, she would go with blue over and over again.