Blue Escape Cologne Novels & Stories

The aroma was familiar—floral, comforting—but beneath it… something else. Blythe (frowning): "Why does this taste… off?" Across the chamber, Beta Vegas glanced up from a silver tray, his expression unreadable. Beta Vegas (smoothly): "It's a new blend, Your Majesty. Imported from the highlands near Draeven Crag. The palace stock was short this week." Blythe (placing the cup down): "I wasn't informed of any shortage." She shifted slightly. A sheen of sweat began to glisten on her forehead, her breathing quickening ever so slightly. Her fingers curled as if trying to grasp something invisible.

smoke, forest pine, and something else I couldn’t place. We stood like that for a beat, maybe more. I could feel his heartbeat through his shirt, steady and strong. And for the first time in a long time, I felt... grounded. When I finally pulled back, I looked up at him, eyes narrowing. “Okay, wait, what the hell is that cologne?” I asked, scrunching my nose. “Because you smell like the... I don’t even know. What is it?” His lips curled upward into a grin. “Ah, yes. That would be the blood of my enemies mixed with victory. Limited edition. First of its kind. You won’t find it in any store, sorry.”

“Oh, but I have plans, Emily. I need you to seduce someone for me. Don’t ruin my carefully curated vision.” I groaned, picking up a neon green bikini that looked like it belonged in a music video and holding it at arm’s length. “This is half a napkin.” “That napkin is $890 and made in Italy,” Sophia whispered reverently. “Put it in the pile.” We were inside Braq&Blair, a boutique so luxurious it didn’t bother listing prices on most of the tags. They just handed you champagne and gave you a look that said if you had to ask, you didn’t belong. The place smelled like white roses, crisp air conditioning, and credit limits. The floors were gleaming white marble. Gold-accented mirrors lined the wa

The way his hand fit perfectly against her back, neither too heavy nor too light. The warmth of his body beside hers. And his scent, God, his scent. It was intoxicating, a sophisticated blend of cedarwood and sandalwood with underlying notes of amber and musk. Expensive, masculine, utterly distinctive. The kind of cologne that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent but somehow managed not to be overwhelming. Just… perfectly him. They reached his car, not the Mercedes from the wedding, but a sleek black Aston Martin that looked like it could probably break several speed limits without even trying. The driver who had been waiting straightened immediately when he saw them approach.

We were sitting close enough for my hypersensitive nose to pick up her enticing cologne, rich with the scent of fresh cut grass accompanied by a nice sea breeze. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to inquire about the brand for myself, or bury my whole face in Blythe’s smooth looking neck because it just mixed so well with her natural pheromones. Practically swooning in public, I held my composure and smirked back to be facetious. “I’m always ready—to WIN!”

"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.

It fueled Brittany’s rage, “Go get it then! There are so many world-famous perfumes, but you’re willing to settle for a cheap, brandless one? You’re courageous, huh? You’re not even afraid that it’ll damage your skin!” Her rage shocked the TV host, but he mumbled two seconds later, “Brittany, the perfume is from a branded company too. It’s from La Beaute Group’s Rebirth.” Brittany only glared daggers at him. The TV host immediately quieted down and tried to be more discreet.

I say and enter the bathroom. I brush and shower before wrapping myself in a robe . I get out and see that a flowy , sun dress is on the bed with a note- ' Wear this' written. I inspect the material with my finger and it's as soft as a feather , and the colour is just so soothing . It has a white base and blue flowers are printed on it , but it looks handmade, the details are just exquisite. Without wasting another minute , I change into the dress and look in the mirror. Just gorgeous. Alex would just be in awe if she saw this dress. My smile fades as that thought enters my mind. It's like no matter what I do or think , my thoughts seem to circle around Drew and his family. I ignore the pang

A pair of blue eyes tried to avoid another pair of eyes that started to give her an intimidating look. She nervously continued her work by buttoning up the white shirt as she replied, “It's not like that. I just heard that rich men usually wear expensive cologne or maybe perfume, but I didn't find any cologne or perfume in this room. I just thought that you were different.”

One far above all the rest. The scent was particularly strong; sharp yet subtle notes of blue freesia, white peach, fresh clementine violet. The hint of crisp muck and a touch of vanilla brought it all together. It was the most intoxicating thing either he or I ever smelled. There was no doubt that a taste would be in store tonight. “Mmm,” even I could not resist commenting on the scent. “What is that?” I incredulously asked.