Danganronpa Perfume Romane & Geschichten

“Second runner-up: Karim Hassan! For ‘Basalt Spirit,’ a daring mixture of oud, black pepper, and ambergris.” Karim accepted his award with a bow, his family cheering from the back. He looked proud and humbled. “First runner-up: Min-Jae Lee! For ‘Starlit Reverie,’ a dreamy perfume of lavender, pink pepper, and musk.” Min-Jae, quiet and reserved, smiled and nodded to Marcus, whispering thanks before stepping aside. Ophelia felt her chest tighten. They were all so good—could she possibly stand out? Marcus paused, letting anticipation settle. His gaze swept the crowd before landing on her.

Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale. The scent created from lavender, Bradford pear tree, and rosemary had taken Vinca months to perfect. She had refused to mass-produce the scent because she wanted something unique for herself. Damont was lost in the past when Ana swaggered in. She knew that look. Damont had it every time he thought about that bitch. How was it possible that whatever she did, he still thought about her? "Mmhh, what's on your mind honey?" Damont was sharply brought back to the present with that screech. He cringed and looked up.

She spritzed a little on her wrists and neck, closing her eyes briefly as the familiar fragrance wrapped around her. Next, she picked up one of the perfumes Dante had gifted her. The bottle was sleek and elegant, just like the scent inside—rich, sophisticated, and undeniably alluring. She smiled, thinking about the way Dante always noticed her scent, how he leaned in closer whenever she wore the perfumes he bought her. She sprayed a light mist on her collarbone and the back of her neck, letting the two scents blend together perfectly. It was a mix of sweetness and elegance, something soft yet undeniably captivating.

"For the Acting Luna appointment ceremony. Something—special." "How special are we talking?" Ricky's eyes gleam. "Very." He stands. "I have just the thing. Wait here." He disappears into the back. Rhea leans close. "He seems—enthusiastic." "He's the best. Worth every penny." Ricky returns. Carrying a gown. It's—stunning. Deep blue. Almost black. Covered in silver embroidery that looks like constellations. "This," Ricky says, "is my masterpiece. It's not for sale. It's a display piece. But—" He looks at Rhea. "I think it was made for you."

I asked, sniffing all over. “ What perfume are you referring to?” Darren stares at me weirdly. “ Can’t you smell that mouthwatering scent?” I quirked my brow in confusion. Maya and Darren gazed at me as if I have grown another head ... Another wave of cinnamon and wood scent hit me making Leah growl like crazy in my mind... “Mate! “ She roared. What???

Their painted cat eyes were scrunched at them and their steps become violent from stylish as they approached them. "How dare you? Do you know how much our perfume costs?" Rinnai opened her mouth first, who was closely related to Alexy, as they were cousins. "Well, ours from Gucci and Channel, and they smell great," Danny smugly said, not because they wanted to talk about the brand, but because they gave a quick reminder that Rinnai and Alex's perfumes are not from the same brand as this group was obsessed with parading brand names. "Huh, ours are customized by Versace," Rinnai again said where Alexy gritted her teeth in envy, looking at Isabella because of the beauty she has, especially with

He explained. I arched my eyebrow and then shook my head. Nothing about what he just said made any sense. I always use my Miss Dior Eau de Parfum perfume that smells like lily of the valley, centifolia rose, and musk. So I don’t know where he’s getting cinnamon, vanilla, aniseed, clove, and patchouli. “I know it’s a far cry from your perfume, which is nice, but I like your true scent.” Rohan quickly assured me.

The scent of chemicals filled the air, sharp and acrid, as the warehouse turned into an inferno. Rhian stood beside Damon, her face illuminated by the fire. Her heart warred between horror and gratitude. Glam Perfume’s reputation had been avenged—but at what cost? “Damon…” she whispered, her voice fragile. “Did it have to be this way?” Damon glanced at her, his expression cold but steady. “This is the only way. Fear is a currency more powerful than any marketing campaign. After tonight, no one will dare touch Glam Perfume again.”

Then, she lifted the velvet box containing the silver mask and looked at me in awe. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “you look like someone who’s… untouchable.” A faint smile curved my lips. “Maybe because tonight, I’m not meant to be touched.” She laughed nervously before carefully placing the mask over my face. The silk lining brushed against my skin, leaving only my lips and a small part of my face visible. To erase my scent completely, I picked up a bottle of NightFang perfume—a blend of deep cedar and faint wolfbane—and sprayed it along my neck and wrists. The fragrance was potent enough to drown out the scent Alaric once knew by heart.