Elizabeth James Nirvana Black Perfume の小説・ストーリー

She called out, “Mommy.” Paityn was very fond of her child. She leaned in toward Carol, who clung to her tightly. This forced the former to lean against Jamie’s shoulder, allowing him to easily catch a whiff of her perfume. It was a fragrance called “Black Opium.” Gwen was particularly fond of that scent. Jamie prided himself on not being a lecherous man. However, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander when Paityn dressed this way and the scent of her perfume enveloped her as she leaned against him.

A smirk appeared on her lips, Kaitlyn was really hell-bent on caging her at Jules mansion. She was arranging her books on the shelf when the doorbell rang. Boris got to the door first, but came to Nirvana with a small black box in his hand. “For you.” Boris said, and Nirvana furrowed her brows in confusion as she collected it from him. He stared but didn’t linger and Nirvana checked the letter attached to the box first. — Petale Noir, you were the only one that came to my mind when I saw a fine piece from the glass, I am sure you would suit it.

Her whole body went still. "What?" "The rogues," she said slowly. "They smelled like pine and dirt. Like they always do." "Yes?" "But there was something underneath their smell, Luna." Her brow furrowed. "There was something sweet and cool, like…" She stopped. "Like what, Eliza?" My interests already piqued. Her eyes met mine. "Jasmine and vanilla." My hands stopped moving. "That's not a rogue scent," she said quietly. "That's the Chief Beta family’s scents and Seris wears that perfume every single day."

Fourteen reasons to keep her head down and her mouth shut. The cubicle felt smaller today. She hunched over another soul-crushing productivity patch while the whispers floated around her like they always did. "That's the one Elias blacklisted." The words twisted in her stomach, making her shoulders tight and her throat dry. She pressed her thighs together under the desk, trying to ignore the faint echo that still lingered from this morning. It only made the ache worse. She was halfway through the patch when those sleek black heels stopped beside her desk. The perfume hit first... something dark, expensive, and unmistakably female. Then the voice, warm and dangerous at the same time.

"Isabella is waiting for you to walk in with that London chemical. She’s ready to call you a fraud in front of the Council. But she can’t challenge my blood. No one can." ​Elara unscrewed the cap. The scent hit the air instantly—a concentrated, raw explosion of cedar, mountain air, and the dark, metallic tang that belonged only to the Blackwood line. It was the smell of power. It was the smell of us. ​She hesitated for only a second before she tipped the flask, dabbing the oil onto the pulse points of her wrists and the sensitive skin behind her ears.

"Tell me, Supreme Alpha Blackwood, is your ego so astronomically large that you genuinely believe you own the scent of the earth itself?" Kaelen blinked, the glowing crimson in his irises faltering for a fraction of a second. "What did you say?" "My personal perfumer," I stated calmly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from the heavy velvet of my gown. "He utilizes a highly concentrated, experimental extract of blue spruce, damp earth, and petrichor. I find the scent of the neutral woods... grounding. To assume I tailored my personal fragrance to mimic a man I have never even met is incredibly arrogant. Even for a warlord or Alpha — whatever you are."

I didn’t need to read it to know what it was. Lila’s signature perfume. The one she ordered imported from the Fae markets at ten times the cost of normal brands. The scent she wore so heavily it left trails wherever she walked – sandalwood, night-blooming jasmine, and something spiced and smoky that followed her everywhere. I lifted it slowly, turning the bottle in my hands. My heart thudded hard in my chest. Why… why would Brielle have this?

He smirked. After finishing his cigarette, Javier walked to his modern stereo system and slipped in an old Beatles DVD. Elizabeth stirred and sat up. Her hard pink nipples tipped into peach-coloured, quarter-sized areolas, and she stretched, thrusting her breasts out further. "Come, my love. I want to forget the bitch!" She blinked when she saw him just standing there looking at her in a daze. Her silent questions didn’t escape him, husky voice, which went with a lush body. The prospect of fucking her grew more appealing by the second.

Jack questions them both, getting their attention. "Something about the change in my body scent," Elizabeth replies to him, not really thinking about it. "Oh, did you change your perfume or something? Because you smell really different today" Jack also says the same thing as Susan. "Susan told me I smell like roses and sandalwood, and what changed today?" Elizabeth asks, not understanding their words. "You indeed smell like that before, but today you smell too sweet, just like dark chocolates mixed with your scent" Jack inhales the air as if the smell is addicting.

I watched her for sometime like a man under spell, and I could do this all day, I could watch her forever and never get tired, the way she breathes, the way she sucks her lower lip like a baby while she’s asleep, how naturally beautiful her brows are, how her thick lashes create a shadow around her eyes, her mesmerizing face, the dimple on her chin, her cascading locks, her perfectly beautiful body, and then my most favourite thing about her, which has me hooked like an addict. Her scent… The very unique Eriantha tha scent, which doesn't come from any perfume. It's funny perfumers aren't supposed to wear any perfumes at all. But,then this woman has an enticing scent of her own. It makes me w