Don't Say Goodbye Smell You Later Novels & Stories

Clarise lamented. "Come on and hurry up!" Leon suggested as he walked to the stage and held the drumsticks. Soon they started playing Counting Stars by OneRepublic. Hannah began the song in a sultry tone far from her speaking voice. Hannah: ~Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be~ Zane: ~But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard....~ The patrons start standing up and dancing gleefully.

just good that I'm here now and you're not …exactly because of that ...are only a few minutes left ... do that, I love you guys and I'll get back to you as soon as I've landed … See you later

They never gave me the time to figure it out. “Bergamot…” I whisper. That’s what I smell like? Before I can think more, his scent hits me again. Him. Alaric. Stormy, grounded, sharp-edged Alpha. His scent rolls over me, and I tremble. He smells better than any Alpha I’ve ever met. Better than I expect. Soothing. Something deep inside me screams that I’d feel better if I got closer. That I’d stop hurting. His scent pulls at me. Calms me—and worsens everything at once.

"Where are you going?" Conrad's voice was hoarse. Sierra didn't dare to move an inch. The lingering scent of his post-shower freshness mixed with masculine pheromones sent her heart racing. "Um..." Hadn't she made herself clear just now? She was so nervous that she didn't even know how to speak properly. "Why do you smell different?" Conrad leaned closer, inhaling deeply, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes. The familiar scent that had been tempting him was missing, replaced by a fresher, lighter fragrance.

" I ignored him and drove back to work. … After settling into my office chair, I saw a message from Julian. "Liz, I think I added too much salt." There was also a photo attached. He was shirtless, wearing a deep blue apron, his fair skin contrasting against the defined lines of his body. Standing at the stove, he sent a live photo. I tapped on it, and his voice played through the speaker. "Grandma, move a little closer, or Liz won’t be able to see how handsome I am." "You brat, my eyesight isn’t what it used to be, and now you’re dragging me over just to take a picture?"

Sylvie and Estelle's eyes shone with admiration as they gasped in awe, "You're awesome, Evan!" "You're the best man this world has to offer!" They had no idea how great this batch was, but everything Evan did was amazing to them. "This is nothing. I'll make you something better down the line. I promise it'll grant you eternal youth, and you also smell great all the time." Evan patted their heads. "Really?" "Oh, my God!" Sylvie and Estelle were ecstatic. A drug that could keep them young and smelling nice forever? What woman wouldn't want that?

Without a flicker of emotion, I tossed the whole gift box down the garbage chute. The clatter of metal echoed in the hollow space, mirroring the shattering of any last sentiment I might have held for Bruce. Those fancy clothes and jewels? To me, they were less than trash. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number that was encrypted, secure. The call connected after a single ring. "It's me," I said, cutting straight to the chase. "Ma'am." The voice on the other end was respectful and professional, touched with a foreign accent. "How may I assist you?"

Eleanor watched the closed door, reached up, pulled the necklace off, and tossed it into the trash as casually as if she were throwing away an ordinary piece of rubbish. "What a shame, Harrison. If you'd said all this in my last life, I might've been moved. But now, I don't want your 'one and only' anymore."

] [I wish you and Sophia happiness. [This is goodbye. Let's never meet again.]