Elizabeth James Nirvana Black Perfume Novels & Stories

And then Rinnah had stood at a microphone in an emerald dress and dismantled my composure in four words and I had walked out of my own contract ceremony like a woman who felt something. I hated that I felt something. I was still standing at the window working through this when the door opened and Elizabeth came in with Zenya, the child already in her pajamas, Gerald the bunny tucked under her arm, hair damp and smelling of the lavender shampoo we used everywhere we went because Zenya had decided at age four that lavender was the correct smell for bedtime and had not wavered since. She padded across the room and stopped beside me at the window and looked out at the city with the same focused

“I don’t wanna lost my best shot, but if you’re gonna be rude again, I’ll spank your ass, woman.” I huffed. “You don’t like my ass, I know, but Linton was also an ass. Did you see his reaction every time he smelled our best works? Does he even know perfumery? I bet his daddy dear only promoted him because he’s an heir to the throne of the Everly Cosmetics and Fragrances, and he knows nothing!” “Quite a judgmental of you, Arella James.” The voice at my back made me freeze. A coldness wrapped around my body like a plague that seeped through my bone—it almost made my blood stop with shame.

For Elizabeth, that night was a game-changer. The corridors were empty as Elizabeth strolled around with Anaj tailing her from behind. The garden was blooming with fine emerald leaves, and white roses. Her mother, the Queen, has always been fond of white roses. Behind the bushes, across the corridor, was Penelophe plucking a few weeds off the ornaments. "Penelophe..." Elizabeth called on her. "Elizabeth, my dear princess. What brought you to the garden?" Penelophe asked, her eyes observing the cleavage that popped out of Elizabeth's tight, pastel-blue gown.

She was lashing out, grasping at straws, desperate to make me the villain in her narrative. I met her gaze steadily, my expression unreadable. “Believe what you want, Shane,” I said calmly. “I’m here for business, not to dig up the past.” Just as I finished speaking, a familiar scent wafted toward me. I recognized it instantly—a luxurious blend of jasmine, sandalwood, and vanilla. It was one of the more popular perfumes from Velvet Vibe’s latest collection. I almost laughed out loud at the irony but kept my composure.

Does she know her so well? Jasmine looks at Nina with a smile, "How about it? It smells good, right? I tried it a moment ago, and I find that the perfume is special and good. I want to share it with you. Spraying it on your ankles, the fragrance will come up from your calves when you walk. Those single men will be fascinated by you!" Good smell? Nina sniffs again and she doesn't think it smells good. On the contrary, it smells strange. She's a little dizzy after smelling it for a long time.

She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. "And you smell like..." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath against her ear. "Like jasmine and rain." It was Alina's perfume. The same one she'd worn every day for two years, the one Rafael had bought for her first birthday after they'd met. Natalia had found a bottle in her apartment in New York and hadn't been able to resist wearing it, telling herself it was just another tool in her arsenal of manipulation. Now it felt like a betrayal of both her identities.

I can't wait to watch you whine in ecstasy for me," James said in a flat tone as he held her so tight. "What scent would you chose for our candle? Sea breeze, sage and lavender, citrus and ginger, sandalwood?" James asked after nibbling her ear. "I love peppermint, I find it quite pleasant," Eva giggled. "I like the scent of a tangy orange; we can use the two," James said. Eva held his head firmly with her right hand. They pulled away from each other after some minutes. James looked dreamily at her, wishing they were on their honeymoon already.

Eliana opens up her mouth to speak, but no words escape. To save her from explaining a made-up reason, Jasper stirs in his bed. Beatrice is up in a second and by his side. Eliana sighs and relaxes in her chair. What will they do if they find out who she is? Will they really turn their back on her? She watches Jasper and slowly breathes in the lavender scent. Why is her sense of smell so keen around him? She is not very good at picking out aromas, and yet his is so strong she cannot smell any others. Why? What is it about Jasper that is so special?

The brand had stores within the domestic market as well, and Jessamine had a few bottles of their perfume stored at home. As for the "Elegant Charm" mentioned in the email, it was the fragrance she liked the most after trying them all at the counter. Jessamine felt a headache coming on. There were no such coincidences in this world. For a moment, she suspected that she had either traveled through time or had amnesia. Jessamine remembered that her mother, Elizabeth, had a deep knowledge of perfumes and was naturally sensitive to scents. Her vanity was always filled with various branded perfumes. After moving to Hajera, she was surprised to find that her grandmother also had a particular fondn

"Come on, Beth, pull a cracker with me." Sucking in my cheeks at the sub-text, I look away, but Elizabeth is pinking up. Still, she accepts, tugs and is the happy recipient of a paper hat, a slip of paper and.... ... she sprays her wrist and sniffs, then 'Aaahhhs'... "Oh, it's lovely! I only ever buy this as a real treat for myself." ...a small bottle of the personalised fragrance I had designed for her... How the hell did James manage that?