Blue Curve Perfume Novels & Stories

Gisella and Gunner stayed back and continue their flirting. Cillian and I stroll to a group of gorgeous ladies, all dressed in elaborately bejeweled dresses of the most stunning shades of blue. Dark blue, baby blue, sky blue, glittery blue, green blue, anything blue. I’m guessing, just like me, they want to pay homage to the Blue Blood Pack, hence the blue gowns.

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

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.

"Why don't we grab a cup of coffee once in a while?" Her straightforwardness caught me off guard. I examined her thoroughly. Colleen had dark-blonde, curly hair and blue eyes. Her complexion was light, but her cheeks were slightly blushed. She definitely didn't look like a vampire. Nonetheless, her expression seemed to hide a pinch of mystery. She looked elegant. She wore the newest collection's Chanel skirt suit and Jimmy Choo's classic heels. The only thing I couldn't recognize on her was her perfume. Her scent was a peculiar mix of lavender, vanilla, and mint, yet I thought it would be strange to reject her offer merely because I couldn't name her perfume.

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

"Are you all this stupid or just pretending to be?" Selene snapped, waving a silver stiletto heel in the air like a weapon. "I said sky blue, not this washed-out turquoise mess! Are you blind or just useless?" The young salesgirl trembled, clutching a rack of designer shoes. "I-I thought this was the color you meant, ma'am. It was under the blue section." "Do I look like someone who shops from the 'blue section'? God, are you new here?" Selene's voice was sharp enough to slice through marble.

“Please, ladies, take a seat. Champagne?” “Definitely,” Julian says with a pleased smile. Celeste claps elegantly, and two assistants appear carrying silver trays of champagne flutes and a rolling rack already loaded with gorgeous dresses. I take a sip of champagne and try not to gawk as Celeste starts pulling pieces. “This one,” she says, holding up a stunning light blue dress, “is from the new couture line. Only four made in the world.” Sydney gasps. “Heaven, that’s totally your color.”