Edward Cullen Scent Novels & Stories

He had asked his men to follow Felicia and take her away at the right moment. "Whoever did this, they must not know who they're dealing with!" Felicia grumbled again. And again Edward could only laugh at her. "But wait a minute!" said Felicia. The woman looked like she was taking a deep breath. She was trying to smell the surrounding scents carefully. "Why does it smell like... Edward! Edward are you there?" asked Felicia. The body scent or perfume used by Edward was distinctive. And only Felicia was familiar with this scent.

I heard him whistling and I could feel his presence when he came back to the room even though I couldn’t see him because of how thick the dark curtains are. As he stepped into the room, the first thing that hit me was the intoxicating scent of the man's colognes. It was a heady mix of musk, leather, and spice, with just a hint of citrus. I couldn't help but be drawn in by the alluring aroma, which seemed to surround me like a warm blanket As I breathed in the aroma, I couldn't help but be struck by how perfectly it suited a powerful man like him. It was a scent that was both sophisticated and rugged, just like him. I knew that I would remember this scent long after I had killed him and quiet

He found that scent on something else, on Eugene his son. "Hey man, you don't want to kill the pup by drilling all his scent from him?" His beta teasing voice came up the moment he pushed the door of Todd's office seeing that the man was inhaling Eugene again. "Stop talking nonsense, there is no way the scent will disappear, it's coming from him." "Didn't your excess sniffing of Thalia's wears make her scent disappear from those clothes of hers," Todd's eyebrows deep, as he frowned, "did I say something more than the extraordinary,"

"Then what is it? Is it the crowd?" "It's the smell," Cale said. Elion frowned. He sniffed the air. "It smells like garlic and Kieran's cologne. It's unpleasant, but not lethal." "Not that," Cale said. He tapped his nose. "Underneath. Can't you smell it?" "Smell what?" "Rotten eggs," Cale whispered. "Mercaptan." Elion froze. He knew that word. Mercaptan was the additive put in natural gas to make it detectable.

They’ve backed far away from me as if I’m contagious. Moon mad. I dare to peek up at Killian. His angular face is stone, chin lifted slightly as he glares down his sharp nose. Somehow, despite the stench of blood, I can still catch his scent—a mix of sweet, soothing things. Sugar cubes. Bubbling hot butterscotch. A drop of caramel on the tip of your tongue. My wolf mewls for him. Help. His lip curls in disgust, but his eyes flicker blue to gold.

On the bright side I found it. I plop down on her bed and curl into the pillow doused in her scent. It’s mild and flowery. The kind of scent that has you looking forward to your next breath. On the side though, there is a faint scent that hangs onto the pillow. I almost miss it because of how pronounced Aunt Irene’s scent is. In contrast it is sharp and sweet… almost too sweet. What comes to mind is the boy from the den who taught me packaging. Orion also comes to mind. Is it a new male scent?

Cullen said. Heart then opened her eyes and stood up straight. She looked at Cullen. Cullen looked at her as well. ‘She even stinks. Did she not taken a bath as well?’ Cullen thought as he was so sensitive with smell and cleanliness. ‘Look at her hair, so messy and still covering her eyes with those glasses and some of her hairstrands. So gross. I can’t even understand why she is the top employee with that look but the way she did not bow at me. This is so respectful.’ Cullen thought while looking at Heart from head to toe. But then he suddenly looked at her chest area. ‘But those boobs, are they really big or just a foam?’ Cullen thought while staring at them. Heart felt that and she notice

As we walk by the stalls, with Cara telling her jokes and experience of where she has been for the almost a decade, a scent hit my nose. At the instant, I stop in my tracks while Cara stares at me dumbfounded, asking me what's wrong, but all I can focus on is this usually scent, a scent I have never perceived in my entire 700 years of living. The scent composing of hyacinth and Lily, with a mix of freesia, all mixed together in one, creating a strange yet, beautiful and unique scent. What is that? The scent intensifying, making me walk towards it on reflex all while Cara follows after me disturbed. "Alec what's wrong?" Cara asks worriedly but that doesn't stop me from walking towards where i

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.

I tried to push past the musk of alcohol as I tried to single out Camren's scent. Finally, I picked up on my sister's familiar scent. Juliette was here. Tangled with her scent was something else I've never experienced before. It was stronger than any authorities scent I've met before. It was even stronger than Casimir's. This... was... possibly the king's scent. This was it... this was his...