Novel & Cerita Circus Fantasy Perfume

The beautiful woman was about to protest when an elderly man in a dark suit emerged from the back room, his gaze carrying a touch of admiration as it fell upon me. "Mr. Bardier!" The beautiful woman gasped in surprise, her expression revealing that the man before her was none other than the recently acclaimed perfume master and the boutique's owner. "Madam, perhaps 'Fantasy' would better suit your taste," Bardier suggested, producing a bottle of purple perfume from the nearby display cabinet. It featured numerous tiny sequins at its core, glistening and captivating under the light. "Oh, thank you. I adore this scent," the noblewoman exclaimed as she lifted the perfume and took a gentle sniff

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Her eyes are the size of saucers, and I can see her shrinking from here with panic. I’m sure this is intimidating. Mindy smiles as she grabs my arm, and we walk over to them. I immediately smell a heavenly aroma that assaults my nostrils, and I realize it’s coming from Jessica- what perfume is she wearing? Holt shit, it’s so intoxicating.

“Good evening, this necklace is this brand’s finished product. There are only one hundred of these being sold around the world, named ‘Emerald Fantasy’.” ‘Emerald Fantasy’, what a nice name! Even Rosalie Naiswell, who has a vast knowledge, was thrilled upon taking a closer look at the necklace. “This looks so pretty!” Rosalie could not hold in her appraisal and said. At that moment, another woman’s voice echoed around the shop. “Sweetie, come look! This ‘Emerald Fantasy’ looks so nice! Buy it for me!” A couple walked into the shop. The woman looked gorgeous, the man looked handsome. A match made in heaven.

The car accident a year ago had stolen her sense of smell, as if a painter had been deprived of light, or a singer silenced in the midst of an unfinished symphony. On the table, a glossy magazine featured a glamorous model with golden hair, dressed in a seductive black cocktail dress, inhaling the fragrance from an intricately designed crescent-shaped perfume bottle. La Nuit Blanche – White Night. The latest fragrance from Les Parfums de Marie was taking the market by storm this spring.

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

I was no longer the pathetic woman who begged for a man's love. I was the biggest underground perfume supplier in the Mediterranean. My new product, "Siren's Kiss," a perfume that induced extreme hallucinations and forced confessions, had already cornered half of Europe's black market. My assistant, Camilla, approached, her head bowed respectfully. "Boss, the private jet is ready. The New York crew is waiting." A cold smile touched my lips as I drained the glass. "Let's go. It's time to take back what is mine."

She joked before turning around and searching around for something. I laughed. “I would love to meet Felicity, to be honest; Lucas likes talking about her so much.” “Uh, huh,I am looking for my—oh,found it!” She exclaimed,bringing out a small bottle of perfume. “What brand is that?” I asked,enticed by it's scent. “It's my latest and special model,still not on the market,may never enter it either." She winked and sprayed it only on her neck and back. “Jeff wouldn't know what would hit him tonight.”

he growled in annoyance as he is a King that holds the control of everything in his kingdom, from his Marquess to the pups of his ruling. Finishing my perfume to go to the jewelry, I started to open the boxes. I felt overwhelmed as many fragrances were from overseas countries, and some were as expensive as buying land. I felt many things could have been used for that money rather than for perfume. Looking at all the sweat, calming, and rich scents of perfume, I held one in my hand that had been made specifically for me to the point of branding it Queen Louise A, I sniffed the top of the perfume that gave the sweetest aroma, it relaxed me as the sweat scent of roses, honey, sugar, and vanilla

He read the brand names on each cosmetic product used by Fahira. "Her taste is good!" he murmured, recognizing some expensive and well-known brands, although their prices were still standard for Darian. He was used to seeing his mother's collection of expensive makeup items. As an international model, his mother was always hunting for makeup and branded fashion items. Especially now, she also managed E-Fashion Galeries, a subsidiary of Putra Corporation specializing in fashion development. His eyes landed on a small heart-shaped glass bottle with a tiny pump at the top. "I'm going crazy!" Darian's inner voice echoed as his hand picked up the perfume bottle and he slowly inhaled its fragrance