Blue Lightning Bolt Cologne Novels & Stories

However the mantle might chafe one raised to more ethical standards. After a depressingly brief interlude spent critically surveying his appearance from every possible angle in the full length mirror, Blaine spritzed on a final mist of spicy Burberry cologne and called it done. Always polish the veneer anyway when preparing to muck about in the filth beneath apparently.

Great Liam was leaving, and Jensen was getting into bed. Allison couldn't do anything about it. She felt tense, but her body didn't show it. She could smell Jensen, and he smelled absolutely amazing, like the cologne he wore often. He smelled like Number 3 Leather Vintage Label Indego Blend. She had given it to him as a gift before they went to the resort together and everything happened.

The buzz of conversation swirled around one of the staff members from yesterday's incident with Helma and Teresa. He was a renowned perfumer known as Colton White. Everyone around here just called him Mr. White with a nod of respect. When the crowd had gathered, Mr. White's voice cut through the chatter. "Did you all catch that scent on the beach today? To make a fragrance that doesn't get swept away by the wind, you usually need something super intense, almost overpoweringly so. But this scent? It's light, airy, with a hint of freshness. It's been lingering since the first person stepped outside, and it hasn't faded one bit. What do you think?"

ZANE'S POV By the time I got home that evening, I was already looking forward to seeing my wife. I walked into the penthouse carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers, the familiar scent of Bellissimo's latest men's fragrance still lingering on my shirt. The fragrance was called Bellissimo Obsidian, a deep, warm scent with hints of cedarwood, amber and spice, and judging by how many people had asked me what I was wearing lately, the campaign was already doing exactly what we wanted.

The kind I’d never let myself have. I signaled for another shot. Before it arrived, a low voice spoke behind me. “You’re going to regret that fifth one.” I spun on the stool. It was him. Up close, he was even more devastating. Tall easily over six feet broad shoulders filling out the suit like it was tailored by God himself. His cologne hit me first: dark, expensive, something with smoke and leather and sin. His eyes weren’t black after all; they were deep midnight blue, flecked with gold when the light caught them.

His eyes roam my body, perhaps for a sign, yet because the trench coat I have on covers all, his puzzled look remains. “Are you trying to check if I am ready for our date?” He flushes. “Am I that obvious?” The car slowing behind him hoots aggressively, so without awaiting a second honk, I slide into the passenger seat next to him, and we drive off. The scent of his cologne reminds me of the bottle I had chugged. But do male colognes have such sweet feminine undertones? I turn to examine him more fully, perhaps I am mistaken, or maybe it was a family member’s-

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

I say, toneless. Crayvin fidgets in his seat and I keep my eyes away from him, focusing back on the laptop. I turn the air up a tad, in dire need of non-confined space with the devil himself. The vent scented clips push out a strong aroma of sandalwood, lemon, and bergamot, leaving a powerful yet masculine scent in my nose and I close my eyes obtaining it. I use the very same black ice car scent in my truck. "Jeez, alright, Cassandra," Crayvin mutters. "What about school? Did you go here..."

Her hot dark chocolate scent was like fuel that energized everyone to work. Kline, the imaginative artist, was sketching the design for the brand's first collection on a large tablet. Her fingertips moved with a graceful fluidity. Her blue eyes were focused on the work before her. Her cool lavender scent helped to balance and create a relaxing atmosphere amidst the surrounding chaos.

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.