Elizabeth James Nirvana Black Perfume Novels & Stories

Kristen scoffed and sassily flung her hair backwards. "I'm one of the best here and everyone knows it. Besides, I'm the sexiest female here and I could be a nice distraction for the clients during the exchange". She said proudly. Most of the female mobsters scoffed loudly, and Daniel laughed. His expression suddenly turned serious and he walked over to Kristen, looking her dead in the eye. "The only thing you're the best at, is being a cum dump. Get all other ideas out of your thick empty skull". Daniel said, giving her one last hateful look before walking out.

"You look so much like your mother." Ellie's spine was rigid beneath my hand. "Father." Eliana. There was no record of that being her full name. I'd searched everything when we'd first brought her in—birth certificates, school records, every database I could access. Ellie Knight. Nothing about Eliana. Another secret she'd kept. Another piece of herself hidden away. Vittorio's gaze slid to me, assessing with the cold calculation of someone who saw people as chess pieces. "And you must be Lorenzo, head of The Black Rose. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard amazing things."

the saleslady reminded her. "Show me what you got," she said. "This is the Elizabeth Taylor White Diamonds Eau de Toilette. We only have one stock of this here and it will cost you two hundred fifty thousands, Ma'am." "Okay? May I know the smell of that?" Irish asked permission. "Yes Ma'am." The saleslady gets the other bottle of perfume with the same brand she is holding. It's for the testing purposes. Irish sprayed a little in her palm and smell it. "Hmmm. The smell seems like strawberry?" she said questionably after smelling it.

JAMES. "Hey, what are you—" My jaw almost drops as I enter Elizabeth’s room to see her standing in the middle. She turns to me. "James." I don’t respond as my eyes go down her body, almost drooling at the sight. She’s dressed in a bandana crop top with strips and high-waisted blue jeans that highlight her thin waist. Her long black shiny hair is pulled back in a bun and her lashes seem longer than usual. Jesus Christ, she’s looking so damn sexy. Has Elizabeth always been this sexy? Have I been blind all this while?

Then she put all the weight of her body on the back chair behind her. She closed her eyes and began to try hard to recall the smell on David's body. The scent that was concocted was already the same as the scent on his body. But why does she feel that something is wrong? What's wrong... What is it? Sophia frowned. Just then, the official website for Well herb aroma, a world-renowned aromatherapy brand, made an update that shocked the world. After four years of silence, Phoenix Nirvana, this mysterious woman, has returned with her new product, #hypnotist# so stay tuned!

It was chaos to anyone else, but to her, it was home. Pulling her hair back, Natalie slipped on her gloves and reached for the vial she’d been perfecting for weeks. A blend of jasmine, leather, and smoke—the kind of scent that lingered, it was intoxicating . Just the thing she was after . She uncapped it and inhaled. Yes. It was bold. Dangerous. Her masterpiece. She smiled satisfyingly. Her hand trembled slightly as she poured the liquid into a fresh beaker, adjusting ratios, fine-tuning. She imagined walking into that contest, presenting her creation in front of judges and investors. No one would look at her and see just Lorenzo’s wife. They’d see her.

Arya stared down at the piece of paper and was about to flip it open when her name was called out. "Ma'am the ingredients has been chopped we need you at the kitchen urgently" "I'll be there soon" She yelled back and inserted the paper at the back of her pants pocket.. . . "Ma'am this is in the latest collection, should I pack it too?" The sales representative asked showing off a black Hermes purse.. Elizabeth tapped her chin for a while while admiring it.. "Wow! lovely I'll take it in black and red" "I'll take it too!" Elizabeth and the sales representative diverted their attention to the lady who just walked in..

She pulled up the sleeve of her sheer dress and he bowed to scent her skin, so near now and yet he felt so far for she was only offering him her creation. The Elixir smelled so familiar, he looked at her wondering if she felt it too. She looked at him when he raised his head and looked confused. She quickly rearranged her sleeve and he could see alarm in her face. There was a pulse in her neck where scents were sprayed to send a message from the perfume of choice. She smelt of Neroli, of a hidden desire towards hedonism, a slight need to let out some delight past borders of containment towards desire. He adjusted his glassed and mustered the courage to ask her…

She hooked her arm through mine, dragging me toward Sephora as soon as we got to the mall. "Now come on. We're testing every perfume sample until we find one sexy enough to make him lose his damn mind when you walk into school on Monday." She added, pulling me into the store. I let her pull me along, the tightness in my chest easing just a little. Maybe Ava was right. Maybe I needed this—needed to remember there was a world outside of Adrian Knight and his stupid secrets. Ava held up a tester bottle of something called “Black Orchid” with a wicked grin.

We drink in silence, two men in expensive suits with worn souls, surrounded by the night's frenzy. That's when the brunette appears, dropping my lighter with a calculated movement—exactly as I reach for my pocket. Her heavy perfume, sweet as cheap cotton candy, invades my space as she settles beside me. But the smell turns my stomach, because all I can remember is Elizabeth's scent—roses and jasmine; the sweet, enveloping smell of roses mixed with the exotic touch of jasmine always made me think of my mother's elegance. Every time she passed by, the aroma lingered, like a living memory that refused to fade. — And now it's embedded in my clothes after our encounter at Maison.