Blue Escape Cologne Novels & Stories

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.

The drive to the Italian restaurant was quite enjoyable. His cologne was intoxicating and swirling around me. The smell of his cologne was all over the car making it hard to think. As his scent filled the air I couldn't help but inhale deeply. The deep breaths were bringing back memories. The cologne he was wearing was one of my favorites but if I were being honest I’d never actually smelled it on anyone before. The first time I had smelled that cologne I was at Macy’s shopping for Bryce. At that time I had no clue what to get him as he had more than enough money to buy himself whatever he wanted.

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).

Wearing his coat, surrounded by his seductive scent, the memory of his voice in her ear… She furtively glanced at him, desire causing her pulse to pound. She knew that she wanted him. She also knew that she was a little tipsy and that she might not be making the best decisions. "What is your cologne?" she blurted out. Case in point of reckless decisions, she thought. He grinned in amusement. "It's Bleu de Chanel." "It's heavenly," she said before she could stop herself. "It's just that, well, your jacket smells like you, which is good, really. I mean it's very nice."

We were almost on a par with our shoulders, a few centimeters separated us, making me recognize her colony; a very expensive one: Clive Christian #1 , which cost about two thousand three hundred and fifty dollars. Yep , that man certainly didn't mind spending money on expensive cologne. He was the third guy she'd met who carried that scent, yet unlike the others, it wasn't cloying on him. That woody touch was exquisite and very intoxicating. He could even tell that the smell of cigarettes made up a masculine mix that he had never felt. He looked at me for a few more seconds, until he promised, "It's the last one." Bradley took a long drag on his cigar.

He didn’t need to—he would know that voice anywhere, would recognize that presence in a crowd of thousands. “Blue…” The sound of his name, spoken like a plea, cracked through the suffocating silence. Elijah’s voice was low, careful, like he was approaching a wounded animal that might bite or bolt at any second. Blue closed his eyes, every muscle in his body tensing. “Don’t,” he said, his voice sharp, brittle as glass. “Don’t say my name like that. Not now.” Elijah stopped a few steps behind him. The distance felt like a canyon, and yet Blue could feel the heat of him, the scent of his cologne mingling with the crisp night air. It was maddening how something so simple could still have the pow

Without it, I wouldn’t have had a chance of presenting anything half-decent. “Sports drinks should always be done in bright colours. We know this because 85% of the customer market associates brighter colours with energy and strength. However, yellow and orange are very much associated with Lucozade, and we wouldn’t want Blast to look like its poor younger sibling…” I was grateful for the few genuine smiles I got from this comment. There was nothing worse than a joke going sour in a pitch. “However, neon colours, specifically done in a more 80’s retro style has not yet been done.”

She hadn't really fully recovered from the contact until his breath fanned her face rising goosebumps all over her body. He was toatally right on that bit she wasn't about to risk anything right then. "Which means you should probably start talking." she demanded. His cologne wafting into her nose was driving her crazy. It was impossible for someone to smell that good. Something citrusy and fresh and so Blair if that was even possible. Blair leaned in closer to her ear that she could feel his presence everywhere near her. They stood that for a while and if he was working on driving her crazy, it was working. His presence and the anticipation was killing her.

Blue said, gesturing in the air the size he imagined would fit Katleya. The saleslady chuckled. “How old is your girlfriend, Sir?” Blue smiled. “She’s not my girlfriend. Just a friend. She’s twenty.” “Don’t worry, you’ll get there eventually. What color does she want?” “Red.” The saleslady grabbed a pair that matched the size Blue indicated. “Like this?” she asked. She held it up, but Blue wasn’t convinced. He shook his head. “Her butt is big.” The saleslady laughed. “Just a friend, huh? You sure know her well.” She grabbed another pair. “This one’s better for her.”

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.