Imposter Cologne Novels & Stories

How dare he? The familiar heady smell of his cologne - a mixture of amber, sandalwood, and eastern-inspired spices- rich and earthy, lingered in the air. It wrapped around me like a blanket. Reminding me of that night. My heart fluttered and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. A warm feeling I found irresistible, curled around me, drawing me in. I quickly snapped out of it and dashed for the elevator. there was no way he was getting to the office before me.

he said, even though he was only a year older than me. I grinned as we shook hands, taking in the AXE cologne he was wearing. It was similar to mine, but his had a more subtle intensity, like it could put a herd of wildebeest in a trance. "You got something for me?" I asked, opening my hands. He smiled back, his eyes sparkling. I knew what he was looking for, but I wasn't ready to talk about it yet. I didn't want to risk ruining the operation for Oma - I was still a firm believer in jinx.

A towel. “For your face,” he said simply, his voice low. I blinked. “Oh. Um… thanks.” I reached for it, brushing my forehead awkwardly, avoiding his gaze — but of course, that’s when a damp strand of hair chose rebellion and fell across my cheek. Before I could push it back, he moved — his hand halfway to my face, about to tuck it behind my ear. I reacted fast and did it myself. Still, he was close enough that I caught the faint scent of his cologne — something sharp, expensive, masculine. Boadicea the Victorious. The real deal. Even the fake costs a fortune.

Isabelle sighed, feeling trapped and helpless, and ordered Kelvin to go out and get ready for her outing. As Isabelle entered the bathroom, she was enveloped by the familiar scent of Collins' cologne. The fragrance was intense and overwhelming, transporting her back to the passionate moments they shared earlier. Her heart raced slightly as she breathed in the scent, her body responding to the fragrance like a Pavlovian reflex. She tried to shake off the feeling, focusing on the task at hand—getting ready for the outing. But the scent lingered, a constant reminder of Collins' presence and the hold he had on her.

I whined, gripping his hand with a pleading look on my face " I won't, I love you too more than you think. I don't feel like forgiving myself that easily so what can I do to make it up to you?" He said softly with a little warm smile " Give me your perfume." I said, smiling with my big puppy eyes " Ohh Peter, I wear many different perfumes. so you should specify, I wear CREED AVENTUS, Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford, Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani, Savage and Hugo for Men by Hugo Boss." I counted

he mutters. Ice floods through me. “What?” He looks around. “I can smell an expensive masculine cologne. I thought you said you stayed alone and had no family here.” My heart stumbles. Not cheap aftershave, not soap—Marco’s cologne, the one that announces his presence before he even enters a room. I curse softly. Of course he notices. The room is tiny, and the scent is everywhere. I bite my lip hard, searching for a reasonable lie, and finally, it comes: “I bought a men’s perfume today.”

He takes a slow sip, then offers it to you. “Dutch courage? You look like you could use it.” The privacy window creates an illusion of intimacy that feels suffocating. His cologne—expensive, with notes of cedar and something metallic—fills the space between you. “What's your name?” His question sounds casual, but his eyes say he's already memorizing every detail about you. I push the flask away. “You don’t need to know my name. I’m only in this car because you seemed like the lesser of the two evils.”

It didn't take long for him to approach me. "Hey," he started once he was beside me. I could smell the cologne wafting off of him. It wasn't sexy like it was with Alec. Instead, it smelled like this man took an entire bottle of Axe and dumped it over his head. It was overpowering, yet I could still smell the alcohol on his breath. It was here I decided I didn't want his drink— he didn't seem like the kind of man I would want to entertain, even for a brief moment.

Blackmailed into wearing another woman's face, Isla Virelli, an elite con artist, agrees to impersonate Celeste Voss, the missing fiancée of Elias Hargrove to save her best friend’s life. She never planned to feel anything. She never planned to stay. But on the day she is supposed to walk down the aisle, Cassian Hargrove kidnaps her from the bridal room and marries her himself, because he can’t lose the woman he loves for a second time. Now trapped in the wrong marriage, Isla is caught between two powerful brothers, a collapsing empire built on lies, and the shocking truth that the real Celeste is her long-lost sister. As buried secrets surface and her false identity is exposed to the

"Stop with all your nonsense! You're just the orphan daughter left behind by my cousin! I was kind enough to take you in and raise you, but you're still not satisfied!" Her declarations undoubtedly made it seem like Tanya was the real daughter of the Gould family while I was a lowly impostor. Those who had attacked me earlier couldn't wait to come forward and curry favor by making their earlier contributions known. "You're finally here, Mrs. Gould! If you came any later, that impostor would've beaten Tanya up to death by now!" "Exactly! She was so cruel too! She even wanted to hit Tanya. Who knew what would've happened if we didn't do our best to protect Tanya?"