Blue Curve Perfume Novels & Stories

After all I have had enough surprises for the past few days or two weeks if I might be skeptical enough. I turn around to see who the voice belongs to, and standing just a few feet away from me is a young girl, probably eighteen or nineteen I guess and boy does she gives it away that her favorite colour is blue. She is dressed in a blue gown, her hair is a mass of flaming blue and even her irises, christ.. "That's a lot of blue there girl" I cannot help but comment She grins and shrug. "Well, my name is Blue, Princess and I would be your handmaiden as from this day"

She did a little twirl, feeling the fabric swish around her legs, and laughed. Avery's gown was a masterpiece of elegance and beauty, capturing the essence of sophistication in every detail. The deep blue color of the dress was the first thing that caught the eye. It was a rich, midnight blue that seemed to shimmer under the light, creating a mesmerizing effect. The color was perfect for Avery, complementing her fair skin and making her eyes stand out with a striking brilliance.

"I also want four pairs of these Christian Louboutins and four assorted purses and handbags from Louis Vuitton. I want these perfumes from Chanel, and next time, bring me clothes more to my taste. Not pastel or blue; I hate the color blue," I scoffed. "Ma'am, blue is Zeus's favorite-" "I'm well aware of what he does and doesn't like," I interrupted, " I am marrying him after all." "Right away," the maid bowed her head and exited my room immediately.

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.

"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.