Blue Curve Perfume Novels & Stories

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.

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

I caught the scent of incense drifting through open windows, thick and ceremonial, mingling with crushed petals underfoot. Everything gleamed. Everything shone. I dressed alone. My maids had offered to assist, but I sent them away gently. I needed the quiet. Needed something that was still mine. I chose a simple gown — pale blue, unadorned. In some kingdoms, blue was the color of mourning. It felt appropriate. I braided my own hair, fingers steady despite the tremor beneath my skin. When I finally looked at my reflection, I searched for cracks. For some outward sign of the fracture inside me.

I asked with rapt attention now. “Blue rose?” She asked nonchalantly. “No, the one after that” “Scarlet woman. What’s up with that?” she asked “I know that one, it’s not a new perfume” “Uh, yeah. It says here that it’s a vintage perfume. It’s exclusive and there’s only one bottle returning. I’m pretty sure it’s already been snatched up by now. How did you know that though?” She asked, paying full attention to me this time. Olivia was looking at me too, waiting for my answer.

A tear slipped Bianca's face as she realized that Tanya cared for her all these while when she was busy hating her for no dignified reason. The Blue Rose Oil that Tanya found was mainly used on the skin as a beauty product in the 1900s. It was extracted from the blue rose that was only found in the archives of great skin product companies and completely rare. It can be said that this oil is a treasure in itself. She took a sniff from her arm and a nice scent, not too strong, can be smelled. Tears flowed more on Bianca's face as she felt ashamed of herself as she remembered how she treated Tanya since her mum married her dad.

I tried to understand what he meant and gradually, it clicked. "But the peace treaty has it that no creature would ever be harmed by another creature," I whined but he flicked his index finger in the air. "As long as you do not cross the line." He added, "Take a warm color rather, blue for instance." He suggested, lifting the blue armani suit I was gifted on the day of my coronation as prince. "Blue," I repeated. "And if she appears in a similar colour?" I asked jokingly and he smiled.

The stylist, "My sincere apologies Your Highness." Nezeira quickly interjected, "It is fine, no worries. I am okay with anything." Then the stylist let Nezeira look at the dresses. She was so confused as she has no idea which to choose and was getting very a little impatient so to proceed matter quickly she randomly chose a dress. It was the only green dress with a satin corset base. The upper layer of the dress was covered with a tulle, sequined layer. From the waist down the dress was satin and sequined worked, a flowing pattern that made it look not too big bell-shaped like ball gowns are but was perfectly complimenting Nezeira's not-so-slim stout silhouette. The dress was one side off-sh

I hold it back, she was so excited. " Blue is the color of trust. It represents imagination, inspiration, and freedom. It seems calm and light. It tells meanings of depth, trust, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, confidence, faith, and intelligence. " Coincidently I had the blue color on my plate, I stroked my brush on it and leaned it to her nose. The sudden cold contact made her flinch and her eyes widened. " It suits you, " I bit down my laugh when she touched her nose tip and her fingers felt wet.

“Second runner-up: Karim Hassan! For ‘Basalt Spirit,’ a daring mixture of oud, black pepper, and ambergris.” Karim accepted his award with a bow, his family cheering from the back. He looked proud and humbled. “First runner-up: Min-Jae Lee! For ‘Starlit Reverie,’ a dreamy perfume of lavender, pink pepper, and musk.” Min-Jae, quiet and reserved, smiled and nodded to Marcus, whispering thanks before stepping aside. Ophelia felt her chest tighten. They were all so good—could she possibly stand out? Marcus paused, letting anticipation settle. His gaze swept the crowd before landing on her.

she answered him, feeling slightly dizzy. He was so close she could feel the heat rising off his bare forearms and the musky scent of his cologne made her head spin. “Well, it’s beautiful. I like the color. Midnight blue always looked good on you.” “It’s not for me, it’s for my new line, though I’m not sure now if I’ll be able to complete it.” “Why not? It’s wonderful. The world will love it. You’ll sell a million of them the first week.”