Blue Lightning Bolt Cologne Novels & Stories

Marc threatened agression coating his words. Colton smirks, “I’m just the messenger” I smooth down my sweater, rubbing at my hand to wipe off his touch, I take a moment to notice that he would have been handsome if he weren’t such a creep. “I accept your challenge” the voice is low, deep. I jerk back, my head snapping to the side, how long has he been there? In a white shirt, dark jeans, and boots, he closes the distance between us. Alpha Colton and the Luna’s eye enforcer back a few paces.

she murmured, checking the girl’s skin. “None, Mom! It’s nice!” The girl chattered and then curiously leaned in to smell me. “Mom, the smell on my sister's body really smells good.” Ms. Jan looked at me, curiosity piqued. “This smell seems familiar. Is it the bottle of perfume of "City Forest" I saw last time in the studio?” I smiled. “Yes. ” “Is there any chemical additive added here.” I shook my head, “One of my own blends—pure floral and plant extract. No chemicals.”“

Melanie nodded in agreement. After sniffing out a few more people, it was Mr. Wright’s turn to enter the room. He stood up straight to allow Melanie to sniff him, and even explained himself, “This cologne of mine is from a long-established brand which I’ve been using for decades. Ms. Yancey, you probably know about it too.” “Yes, a man like you is surely a smart one. Smart men won’t do something so foolish. You may leave now,” Melanie said as she glanced at Linda.

It was evident that Carol was the one who brought them honor. "Carol, what perfume are you using? It smells so good! I've never smelled anything like it before." "Carol, where did you buy that perfume? I want to get one for myself, too!" Carol was surrounded by the girls. She thoroughly enjoyed the attention she was getting. It was as if she had already become Liam's wife, skillfully managing her facial expressions in public." "This is the perfume from Westwood. It is from their 'Zodiacal Opulence' collection. It's a limited edition, with only 10 bottles for each zodiac sign. I was quite lucky to get my hands on one."

The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of champagne and the soft perfume of flowers from the centerpieces. I lifted my head after a while and looked up at him. The golden light caught the silver in his hair and made his blue eyes look darker, deeper.

The scent is light and calming, and I actually yawn after inhaling it. I hurry up and transfer the liquid into the special bottle I've selected for Marco's gift. The vial is made of blown glass, and the color is a lovely, deep shade of midnight blue that reminds me of a peaceful night sky. I attach the silvery little stopper and tie a single, shimmery black ribbon around the neck of the bottle. It looks lovely, and my heart swells with hope at the thought of how it might help Marco.

Even the tagline was a twisted echo of ours—“Rise with the moon.” The scent notes listed below were unmistakable—lunar white sage, night-blooming jasmine, obsidian musk. My blood turned cold. No. No. That blend was mine. It was Eclipse. I had worked on this formula for months together with Reborn. Not even Olivia had seen the final version until last week. It had been locked behind encrypted firewalls. Protected. Isolated. Until now. “Isn't that Eclipse?" I heard a gasp over my shoulder. "

He had a hold over me that I couldn't resist, and I was powerless to his charm. As he towered over me, I couldn't help but notice the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was musky and warm, with notes of sandalwood and cedar that enveloped me in a sensual haze. Every time he moved, the fragrance wafted over me, making me feel dizzy with desire. It was as if the cologne was a physical manifestation of his confidence and power, something that could instantly make my knees weak and my heart race. I couldn't resist the temptation to lean in closer, to inhale his scent and let it consume me completely. As Lincoln and his brothers continue to taunt me, I feel a surge of anger rise up in me. Why

I scan the room, my gaze landing on the cupboard. Ah, the goddamn blueberry bottle. The deep blue glass catches the light, the silver label gleaming with the name I chose myself: Blueberry. Rossa made this for me. I’d told her, make it exclusive. So… no one else in the world smells like blueberries except me. Next to it is the white bottle: my mother’s creation. A musky, ocean-scented perfume that smells like salt and power. It’s been with me since I was a kid, a reminder of the sea and the strength it gave me.

My fingers itched. “Oh dear,” I murmured as I accidentally dropped it. The clatter echoed like music to my ears, and the glass top of the box splintered into jagged cracks. “So sorry,” I said again, my tone sweeter than honey dipped in cyanide. “It just slipped!” The salesgirl flinched visibly. “Do you want me to—?” “No, no. Leave it.” I waved her off with a lazy flick of my hand. My eyes had already locked onto the bottle of Bleu de Chanel displayed on the shelf. Damien’s favorite cologne.