Blue Lightning Bolt Cologne Novels & Stories

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. ____________________

My guess is, he spent many days playing with Steven here. To the left of the television was a shelf with books of all kind and a football in blue and red. To the other side of the room, towards the middle, he had a shelf full of trophies and awards, and my favorite, an easel with a cup full of brushes and paint tubes. Though there was clothes scattered here and there, his room smelled clean and fragrant, it smelled just like him. Ok fine, I admit it. He always smelled good. And thanks to Troy, who knows about colognes and all, I knew that Logan wore Aqua Di Gio, by Giorgio Armani. His room smelled just like it.

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.”

We walked straight to the parking lot, and he stopped pulling me when we stood in front of a black Mustang. Due to the significant height difference between us, he leaned down and brought his face level with mine. I immediately closed my eyes and smelled his minty breath, catching a whiff of his Calvin Klein cologne that reminded me of a baby's scent. Why is that? Whenever I smell his cologne or his breath, I immediately forget how Jiro smells. In fact, I don't even know what perfume Jiro uses, and I don't remember if his breath smells minty too.

"Tell me, Supreme Alpha Blackwood, is your ego so astronomically large that you genuinely believe you own the scent of the earth itself?" Kaelen blinked, the glowing crimson in his irises faltering for a fraction of a second. "What did you say?" "My personal perfumer," I stated calmly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from the heavy velvet of my gown. "He utilizes a highly concentrated, experimental extract of blue spruce, damp earth, and petrichor. I find the scent of the neutral woods... grounding. To assume I tailored my personal fragrance to mimic a man I have never even met is incredibly arrogant. Even for a warlord or Alpha — whatever you are."

This smell was the same, but she no longer had the heart-warming feeling she had before. That was because although the fragrance was the same, the person was not. Taking a deep breath, Sydney suppressed the emotions in her heart and looked at Julien with complicated eyes. "President Flint, you should change your cologne. This smell doesn't suit you. You're more suited for ocean fragrances." Julien frowned at those words. 'I've been using this mint fragrance for more than ten years. Since Maple Leaf liked it, I used it all the time. This was the first time someone told me that I'm not suitable for this fragrance.

I faked a smile. He smiled slightly, making him more appealing as he strode slowly towards me. When he stopped and was a few feet away from me, I smelled his manly scent, which was so good. Obviously, he wears an expensive cologne. It's either Dior Sauvage, Versace Eros, or Creed. I remember looking into their prices five months ago as I wanted to buy one for my stupid ex! Luckily, it didn't happen. "Here, Beauty revised this again." He handed me a new batch, and it was the two-week report I made prior to that.

“I can’t wait. It’s urgent. Please tell me His Majesty’s signature scent. We need it for the Fashion Department.” I blinked, stunned. But I didn’t delay. I rushed to Marce’s office. “Please, what’s His Majesty’s signature scent?” He didn’t look up. “Fashion Department?” I nodded. “Yes.” “Gold Royal Cologne.” I hurried back to my office, catching another incoming call. But I answered the Fashion Department first. “Gold Royal Cologne.” “Oh, thank you.” Then another call. Another note. The jotter filled up quickly. I heard Marce cursing under his breath. The entire Corporation felt like it was vibrating with restless urgency.

And one, a translucent icy blue. The soldier continued, "The others are standard perfumes we made last-minute. Your advisers recommended providing a variety for the peace-offering." I lifted the blue bottle carefully and took a quick sniff. Cinnamon. Warm. Sweet. Comforting. A perfect disguise. "Be careful!" Evan snapped. "Are you insane?!" "It's only lethal if inhaled regularly," I said. "Which just so happens to be what people do with perfume, Evan." He blinked. "I... hate how calm you are about this."

I ask as I look up at him. It’s only as the scent of him teases my senses I realize how close I’ve gotten. Months after I met him I spent far too long in a department store hunting for the cologne he wore. With the patience of the woman at the counter who swore it was the most fun thing she’d done in months, she helped find that it was Silver Mountain Water by Creed. I’d flinched when she told me the smallest bottle was more than three hundred dollars. With a smile she’d added a twenty percent off coupon. I fought not to hug her. The scent lived on my pillow and would until the bottle goes empty. Heat waves flow over me. I long to lean into him, to feel his hard body against me.