Bubble Gum Perfume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

High collar where curiosity turns into obsession, and side seams trace every curve down to mid-thigh. That night at Le Baron, it worked like a beacon. Today, it will be my trap. As soon as I enter my studio, a basket from La Maison du Chocolat rests on my desk, wrapped in black silk. It seems he's been doing his research on me. Beside it, a spray of white jasmine — small, almost translucent flowers, exhaling a perfume that invades the air like a smothered secret. Delicate. Rare. Dangerously fragrant. The card is simple, on white paper, his handwriting precise as a scalpel's cut:

A delicate and polite friend. Melanie raised her head and looked at Leo, saying, "This perfume is crafted for Mr. Leo." The audience nodded in agreement. When they smelled the top note just now, they already knew that this fragrance was created for Leo. The combination of bergamot and honey tangerine couldn't be cleaner and more tranquil. It truly perfectly replicated the first impression he gave people. "Now, for the second fragrance. Who does it belong to?" Melanie picked up the second bottle of perfume, and looked at the four people on stage.

“Is this a new… perfume?” I smiled, a playful spark in my eyes. “I’m glad you noticed. I wanted you to have a new taste of paradise—and remember this trip for a long time. It’s almond, bergamot, jasmine, rose, cocoa, cashmere, wood, tonka beans, and just a touch of vanilla.” I smirked, letting the teasing linger. Then my expression turned serious. “Talking about last night… What exactly did Domenico mean? Why did he accuse you? Have you… hit someone before?”

All the birthday gifts, valentine's gift, new year's and Christmas gift and the things I bought without any occasion. I have imagined her 1000 times in my mind wearing those clothes, carrying these bags, walking on those shoes and wearing the perfumes I knew she liked. I have never forgotten how her hair smelled...so sweet mixture of dove shampoo and bubblegum flavored conditioners. Never have I forgotten her body fragrance's...so toxic and addictive. Especially when she wore her favourites perfumes "Sweetheart", "Envy", "Zara- fruity flavored" and "Enchanter" those fragrances would make me go crazy and hot.

She weirdly fans the small paper before giving it to me. Everything smells amazing but I was taken aback when I smelled the last strip she gave me. "Oh my God! It smells like Grey Grey!" I swear! He always smells like this 24/7! "Blue de Chanel. Perfect choice madam. Would you like to buy one?'' "Yes please!" After I said those words. I instantly regretted it. I don't have money and Uncle Blake already buy the hoodie for me. The staff already gave me a new stock of the perfume. I am already embarass to return it so I sheepishly went back to where Uncle Blake was standing with his 2 sons. I can hear them bickering.

“I’m really not. You don’t have to convince me that the bubbles make the bath better. I would love to soak in the jacuzzi myself.” “Would you now?” he murmurs under his breath, but when I arch an eyebrow at him, he gives me an innocent look. I decide to let it go and focus on the jacuzzi. “Do you think one bath bomb is enough?” I ask. “Yeah, it should do.” “Alright.” Smiling, I drop the bath bomb and inhale the scent of vanilla and roses that fill the humid air. It’s a subtle fragrance but delicious, like walking into someone’s expensive rose garden that is filled with blooming flowers.

What she failed to endorse were the number one shampoo, and soap brand in VeM. “Let’s go, Gugu.” I opened the door and there was Grip standing holding a bouquet. “You missed me huh?” He bit his bottom lip suppressing his smile. “For you.” He gave me the flower and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I lowered my face to hide the stretching of the corner of my lips. I closed my eyes and brought the flowers to my nose. It has a peachy-citrus scent. I looked closer, it was a bunch of double apricot-pink yellow roses.

There is one in particular that is said to fight allergies, quickly relieving the symptoms of a reaction. Using the equipment in the laboratory that Marco got me, I try to recreate the special perfume from memory. Unfortunately, I think the formula calls for an extract of butterbur flower, which is rare in these parts of the kingdom. I don’t have any of it in stock in the little perfumery in the attic, so instead, I use a combination of ginger root and apple blossom to replicate the scent.

Rhian Monteclara, a lively and charming 25-year-old entrepreneur, is the face behind the popular fragrance brand Glam Perfume—known for its tagline: "One scent, one story." Her magnetic presence easily captures attention wherever she goes. People are often drawn to her confidence, but some become unexpectedly put off once they see her bubbly and playful personality.

so I had no idea that parties could be this loud, crowded, and bottom line -fun. As soon as I neared the place, I could smell her... Intoxicating, sweet, fresh, enticing.- bergamot and fig. It was something unique, something I had never smelled before. She was here, and I... I must be careful, because I don’t want to go back, at least not yet.