Blushed Perfume Novels & Stories

She looked pristine in her silk emerald robe—the color of the Blackwood Pack—while I was on my knees, smelling of bleach and old shame. "He sounds… in pain," I whispered, wringing out the rag until my knuckles turned white. "He sounds annoying," Seraphina corrected, rolling her eyes. She stood up, tightening the sash of her robe. The movement released a puff of synthetic scent—Rain and Vanilla. My scent.

She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully. Lucas was nowhere near strict when it comes to whatever she chooses to dress, he, infact, likes to flaunt her all the time to wherever they were going or to people whom they were meeting. But he can get a little jealous at times though he knows his place very well. “Was that your boss?” he asked, putting on his blazer as he checked himself out in the mirror. “How was your talk that you had to be taken out to dinner?” “Why? Were you jealous? I mean you’re okay enough, you’re cute too.” she teased, standing in front of him to fix his polo.

Her body trembles with fear and shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Doesn't feeling ashamed make your cheeks flush and your heart race? Are you masquerading as me to win over Blake once more? Did you have to take away his parents in such a brutal manner?" she asked, her fingers fumbling as she released the grip on her “Artemis” garment. I couldn't help but recall the image of her jittery figure as she hastily changed her attire. The substance is crimson red, indicating that it is blood. "I'm completely lost in understanding what you're saying—"

I asked, leaning my elbows on my knees, and focusing all of my attention on her. She picked at the blanket and focused on that instead of looking at me. The tips of her ears pinkened at the position that she found herself in. Ziyah would do one of two things right now. One, she would refuse to answer and figuratively back out. Two, she would push through her shyness and just admit the truth. “It’s a combination of citrus, amber, and musk. It smells like home. Like where I grew up,” she explained and blushed a furious shade of red when she realized what she said.

This time without a knock. Lila walks in. My entire body tenses. King retreats immediately. Not in fear. In disgust. "There you are," she says. She's smiling but it doesn't reach her eyes. "I've been looking for you." "I'm busy." "Too busy for me?" She steps closer. Her perfume is overwhelming. Artificial. Wrong. Colt clears his throat. "I'll give you two some privacy." "No," I say quickly. "Stay." Colt stays.

I was his lawfully wedded wife, and I was going to do everything within my power to stay that way. I applied a bold red lipstick and some concealer to cover the hickeys since the dress was one that alluringly exposed my cleavage and shoulders. I dabbed on a bit of perfume, which had a warm and intoxicating scent. It was a mix of creamy vanilla, amber, and a hint of orange blossom. It had a lush garden sweetness to it, with subtle overtones of wild rose and bergamot. It was more than simply a perfume; it was a sensation, like being wrapped in something delicious sensual, and comforting.

And even though my relationship with Nathan has had its ups and downs, the good moments with him are the ones that have truly endured. “Wow… those were some beautiful words. One last question, I promise,” the president says with a hint of apology. “Could you give us a little sneak peek at what this perfume is made of?” “Floral notes, berries, and a hint of pomegranate,” I reply simply. “Thank you, Mrs. Dubois. This has truly been the best event we’ve had in years. The competition was fierce, but without a doubt, your creation stood out.” I step down from the stage and into Nathan’s arms, allowing his warmth to envelop me.

Once again, he came at me with his devilish appeal. "Please stay away from me because...," oh no, I can't control myself from throwing up on him this time, too. "Scarlet, do not try to push my limits. You are strongly aware of the consequences of your activities." "I'm sorry, but his cologne makes me want to vomit so badly that I can't stop myself." He wears a perfume by Armani, and while the scent is pleasant, I find it offensive. I went straight to his bathroom. I just got out of his restroom, where I spent a few minutes feeling refreshed. I opened his bathroom door after washing my face.

"Not every Alpha gives in to instinct." Lucas lowered his gaze.That answer should have reassured him.Instead, it only made him more confused.After a brief silence, he spoke again. "He also said he could smell me." "That's expected." Lucas looked up. "But I couldn't smell anything." This time, the doctor became noticeably more attentive. "What do you mean?" "I smelled disinfectant... soap... and the rain outside." Lucas shook his head. "That's all." The doctor's expression gradually turned serious. "You couldn't detect his pheromones?"

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.