Danganronpa Perfume Novels & Stories

"Why can't I dress up a little huh, I just want to since it's a party even though it's just only your birthday, and you're an annoying friend hmmph." Clutching his shin, aggrieved Phil glanced and stared at the irrational girl. "By the way, this is my present for you." Sonja handed over a white paper bag to Phil and looked away angrily. Phil looked at the thing inside the paper bag; it was a bottle with a liquid that has a slight pinkish hue. "What is this?" "It's perfume obviously, it's made from the flowers of a fragrant camellia. It smells great and I hope you use it."

I am thinking this trivial thing while eating a piece of cake. I opened the TV. “There is nothing to watch here” I mutter to myself. I am switching the channel because I can’t find an interesting show. Then an advertisement of a certain product appeared. I know the ambassador of this advertisement. It’s Rick, the owner of the bar I went with Matthew before. He’s advertising a for-men perfume. “Wait, I am currently using that perfume” I am surprise. I used that perfume because it smells not too strong for my nose. It is perfect for all ages and it last in whole day.

he answered with a smirk. The music swelled around them, but Ryan barely heard it. Her body was close. Too close. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest. “ I know this perfume, ” he said quietly. “ Vanilla. Orange blossom. ” Her fingers twitched against his shoulder but she didn't say anything. He leaned closer, voice lower, “ Tell me your name. ” She tilted her head, “ Isn’t the point of a masquerade to hide it? ” He didn’t smile, “ Tell me anyway. ”

Ninian reached out to grab the bottle. Out of all his gifts, Conan had put the most effort into this one. Rose easily avoided her and said coolly, “How would you know that this is for you and not for me? Do you know the name of the perfume? It’s called Stone Rose. Conan hired a perfumer to make this for me. It’s one-of-a-kind. “Miss Springs, I’m being nice and giving you a reminder here. It’s time for you to accept reality.” Rose left.

“I’ll take this one.” She always took something. Twenty minutes later the shop was empty again. Dana’s purchase was wrapped in tissue, bagged, gone out the door with her. Renee stood at the counter and entered the sale into the system and did not think about Dana’s eyes in the mirror or the warmth of her back under two knuckles of contact. She went to tidy the second fitting room. Dana’s perfume was still there. Something warm and woody, not sweet. It clung to the small space in a way that the ventilation would take another hour to clear.

She could not tell what was wrong with it. She used perfume often but was not an expert on it. However, as it was a gift from her son, she was still very pleased. “Never mind that. Perhaps that’s the smell of success.” “The smell of success?” “That’s right! You will succeed after both of us have suffered for so many years. Of course, it’s the smell of success. Oh, yes, what’s the name of the perfume?” Damian looked at the perfume in her hand and chuckled. “It’s called Victory!”

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

The one I planned to debut on the runway during the show. My chest tightened. There was also a faint scent in the air. It wasn’t strong or obvious, but enough to spark something in my memory. It smelled like expensive cologne mixed with a hint of tobacco. It wasn’t Daniel because based off what I’d gotten from Trent, Daniel never used tobacco. He was too strict about his image. But I knew who’d used this scent. It was Mara Dane.

The air had begun to cool as autumn crept in, and with it came another reminder. Lucian’s birthday was approaching. “I should get him a gift. What would he want this year?” Sarang murmured, slumping his shoulders. After hours of wandering and pondering, he found himself inside a perfume shop—alone. A few other customers were there, giggling and sampling scents. Sarang recognized some from Nathan’s birthday, but they minded their own business. A tall, sinewy man approached him with a broad smile and a perfume bottle in hand. “May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or a

When she looked up, she saw her higher up than her nemesis was standing looking at her smugly. She is in her late 20s with blonde hair. Her face is always called with makeup, and eyes with bright colored eye shadows and fake eyelashes and lips tainted with rap lipsticks. She always put the strong perfume which smelled very bad. Because of Dharna’s wolf genes, her senses were always amplified and because of it, she could smell her strong perfume more than any normal human being. which almost choked her. She coughed a little to hide her discomfort and looked at her. The blonde said, “I want you to finish this today. These are important documents, and I need them to be meeting by tomorrow”.