Blue Lightning Bolt Cologne Novels & Stories

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."

Beginning to get slightly annoyed and panicked, I tugged at the belt, prying it open with weak fingers. A rough hand suddenly wrapped around mine, tearing my clutches from the restraint. The intoxicating fragrance of his cologne strangled my senses, the cinnamon and mandarine scent was more prominent and was laced with a hint of grapefruit. I recognised that fragrance, it was Paco Rabanne. The guy had good taste and it had me thirsty. My tongue traced the inside of my lips as I inhaled deeply. Those emerald orbs met mine as he effortlesly undid my belt, his black strands of hair danced in front of his face. I so badly wanted to push them away, to get a better glimpse at his features; trace t

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Dean frantically speaking to a young technician, tapping his useless earpiece. "For Anor & Co.'s signature gender-neutral blend," I continue, "we utilize rare midnight jasmine and raw damask rose, anchored by rich base notes of..." My voice trails off as the room suddenly feels ice-cold, ignited with static tension. I walk away from my presentation and look past the crowd towards the grand entrance.

I heave out a humourless chuckle. She leads me towards the couch and I look down to stare at the tattoo on her hands. It mesmerizes me the second I saw it, it’s electric blue and a lot larger than every other elemental out there. I included. 2 large lightning bolts are carved on the sides of her hands, starting from her wrists all the down to her elbows, and both ends of the bolts are connected to the other through a white line.

I froze, closing the bottle almost immediately as suspiciously sweet and out-of-place floral notes reached me. My instincts and knowledge of herbology told me there was more to this cologne than meets the eye. “Have you used this cologne recently?” I inquired. Alpha Marcus blinked, somewhat disoriented, before confirming my suspicions, “Oh, yes. It’s quite addictive. I use it in the mornings, but then often add a dab in the afternoon, or before dinner.” I quickly mixed up a temporary remedy before subtly collecting a small sample of the cologne while Elena kept Marcus's attention diverted.

Always sniffing my neck, always picking out new colognes, always complaining when one of his ran out. A saleswoman approached me. “Looking for something in particular?” “Yes,” I said. “Something bold, warm… masculine.” She smiled knowingly and led me to a shelf. When she picked up a black-and-gold bottle, I knew instantly. “Tom Ford Noir Extreme,” she said. “One of our best sellers.” I sprayed it on a test strip, lifted it to my nose, and smiled. “This is him,” I said softly. The saleswoman laughed. “Then it is the one.”

"Why do you have this? This is my ex-husband’s cologne. It’s custom-made. There isn't another bottle of this on the planet." I watched him. I watched the way he fidgeted, the way his hands fluttered like trapped birds. "Ah! Zat!" he cried, pointing a finger at the vial. "I see ze confusion! You think it is ze perfume! But non! In Lyon, we call zis Le Poivre de Bois, ze Wood Pepper! It is ze newest, most fashionable French spice in all of Europe!" I stared at him. "Wood Pepper? You’re telling me this liquid, which smells exactly like Caleb, is an ingredient for food?"

Don’t—* A laugh ricocheted off the trophy case ahead. Freddy. Freddy’s cologne hit first—Axe body spray and Juul mint, a chemical fog that reeked of desperation and dollar-store masculinity. *Who decided Axe should be the official cologne of every guy who peaked in high school?*

The room was quiet as we all waited for Luigi’s thoughts on my make-shift gift. “The freshness of bergamot,” he said softly. “Mixed with the elegance of iris and hint of woody cedar.” My eyes widened as Luigi perfectly identified the main notes of the perfume. The cologne was complex, and I was both surprised and impressed that he’d been able to so accurately pick out the complex layers of scent. “Yes,” I nodded. “How did you know?”

But what pulled my heartstring was the colours. Soft blue and blush pink, bundled with a frail, white paper wrap. But it wasn’t just the scent that steals something delicate from deep inside me. It was the colours. A blush pink can be hard to find but a pale blue… that’s even rarer than finding water in a drought. I was compelled to inhale. Sweet, slightly powdery with a distinct spicy fragrance. The corner of my mouth tips with a soft smile as I touched the petals-fingers grazing softly over the tenderness.