Blue Curve Perfume Novels & Stories

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

And one, a translucent icy blue. The soldier continued, "The others are standard perfumes we made last-minute. Your advisers recommended providing a variety for the peace-offering." I lifted the blue bottle carefully and took a quick sniff. Cinnamon. Warm. Sweet. Comforting. A perfect disguise. "Be careful!" Evan snapped. "Are you insane?!" "It's only lethal if inhaled regularly," I said. "Which just so happens to be what people do with perfume, Evan." He blinked. "I... hate how calm you are about this."

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Freya's POV Three months later, two noblewomen strolled into a perfume boutique in Norma. "I'm sure that this perfume boutique is the finest in Norma, especially with this new fragrance from their collection," remarked one of the noblewomen. A stunning lady in a purple gown gracefully picked up a bottle of blue perfume and delicately took a whiff, a subtle expression of contentment gracing her features. "It contains rose oil and clove, but I detect something else..." She paused, scrunching her nose in thought.

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

"Tell me, Supreme Alpha Blackwood, is your ego so astronomically large that you genuinely believe you own the scent of the earth itself?" Kaelen blinked, the glowing crimson in his irises faltering for a fraction of a second. "What did you say?" "My personal perfumer," I stated calmly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from the heavy velvet of my gown. "He utilizes a highly concentrated, experimental extract of blue spruce, damp earth, and petrichor. I find the scent of the neutral woods... grounding. To assume I tailored my personal fragrance to mimic a man I have never even met is incredibly arrogant. Even for a warlord or Alpha — whatever you are."

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”

"It's a sort of nickname that stuck with me while I was working for Skull. Anyway, Lee was the one who gave it to me...." "Cuz, your favorite color is Red? I'm not sure it's a coincidence that red is the color of blood" he said, glancing at me, awkwardly. I bit my lower lip, resisting the urge to burst into laughter. "Look, I've done a lot of things that I'm not proud of. At one point in my life. I indeed, felt ruthless and monstrous. I don't want that anymore. It's why I risked my life to save Lia" I said and he smiled.

But what pulled my heartstring was the colours. Soft blue and blush pink, bundled with a frail, white paper wrap. But it wasn’t just the scent that steals something delicate from deep inside me. It was the colours. A blush pink can be hard to find but a pale blue… that’s even rarer than finding water in a drought. I was compelled to inhale. Sweet, slightly powdery with a distinct spicy fragrance. The corner of my mouth tips with a soft smile as I touched the petals-fingers grazing softly over the tenderness.