Danganronpa Perfume Novels & Stories

She put on a bit of makeup, curled her hair and put on a little black dress with long sleeve and booth, since it was autumn and also a little brown scarf to complete the look. Of course, she also applied some perfumes. If anything, she loved perfumes and would never leave the house without them. This time, she wore a comforting gourmand fragrance, vanilla and chocolate with a hint of raspberry and cinnamon in the background. Giving her a spicy, slightly boozy and delicious aroma. As she was checking herself out, her phone suddenly rang and when she looked at the screen, she saw Stefan’s name there. She picked it up and she could hear the man’s voice from the other side of the line.

Daphne asked, holding up a clear glass bottle filled with deep amber-colored perfume. “Yeah.” A faint smile almost tugged at the corners of Alexander’s lips. Daphne had chosen the same perfume he had worn the night they met at the brothel and the night of the Halloween party. He had just replaced the bottle, as it was one of the scents he wore regularly—a warm, woody fragrance with hints of amber, leather, and oud. “Why did you pick that one?” For a moment, Daphne didn't answer. There was no way she could tell him that she remembered his scent perfectly. “Just a feeling,” she replied with an awkward smile.

All I can do is roll my eyes. I hear the door ringing constantly as people are coming in and out. Too many women have asked for my phone number and there is still a line for more to try thinking they have shot with me. Suddenly, I am hit with a vanilla and pineapple scent. It smells tropical with a hint of coconut finish on the end. That isn’t makeup. Is that someone's perfume? I scan the crowd and my jaw drops. There she is. Monica. ‘Who knew she would be amongst the thirsty ladies in the crowd?’ Ragnar snarked.

She went on further to add a cuff bracelet that had some red details on it and finally,she wore a pendant necklace that drapped down on her neck taking some attention off from her cleavage. As she stepped in front of the mirror, she was sure that if that look wasn't elegant enough as Ryan had said, then he might have a problem with his eyes. To finish the look, she sprayed on her perfume by the name Dior J'adore,which was a glamorous and feminine fragrance with notes of floral accords, ylang-ylang, jasmine, and rose. It's radiant and sophisticated scent made it a perfect choice for the night. This was the cherry on top for her fit.

All she had to do was to find the blasted code! “Anson, please…don’t do anything rash,” her voice trembled. “At least…at least try to find out more about the perfume first before you do anything. How did it smell like?” She did not want him to do anything reckless, they had to stay level headed. “It smelt like leather and plum..very androgynous.”

His eyes narrowed at me, tightening his grip on the bag from the gift shop. My eyes glanced at the bag, and I noticed some scented candles. I furrowed my brow when I saw a pine-scented candle. “That for Riko?” I asked, nodding to the bag. “That's not your business.” he snorted, moving the bag behind him. “Okay. You’re funeral. I was going to say pine… not the best candle. Riko likes floral smells. Like her body wash, peony and rose.” I shrugged. “What would you know about my daughter’s body wash?” he questioned. “I asked. I like how she smells.” I shrugged.

I guess this is a case of like boyfriend like girlfriend. The room was painted light green, unlike mine and Sienna's room. It had posters of football clubs and players, and what I was guessing was Matt's side had posters of rock bands as well. He had a huge calendar that had a picture of a black misshapen guitar on it. The three wooden shelves above his bed was filled and overflowing almost to it's breaking point with books and papers, other knickknacks and...there were even shoes up there. His blue sheets were straightened though, at least I could give him that much. However, he had books and a few clothes on his bed like he was in a hurry and just threw them on there. On his bedside table,

he said looking over the sets of perfume on the table, Amora looked up to his face as he was focused on the perfumes, lifting and sniffing them, "Coco Mademoiselle Intense by Chanel. I’ve heard that Rihanna wears this fragrance.” he said and uncapped the perfume. “You’ve never worn this scent before, have you?” He asked coming behind her and sniffing her neck seductively, He pressed the spray head of the perfume and the gas from the perfume wafted through the air, filling the air with the warm scent of gourmand, he inhaled it smiling,

As I stepped out of the room, the scent of my perfume lingered behind me, curling subtly through the air. And maybe, just maybe, Danica wouldn’t remember where she’d smelled it before.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to officially seal this union with the exchange of rings.” Seal this union. God. Could they make it sound any more like a hostage negotiation? Dahlia turned to me with this soft, glowing smile like she’d been rehearsing it since birth. Her hand was delicate, nails perfectly painted, a princess straight out of a lifestyle magazine. And then… The perfume hit me. It wasn’t a bad scent expensive, floral, a little powdery. But it slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweet, suffocating, heady.