Jujutsu Kaisen Perfume Novels & Stories

Jayce Sherwood suddenly said. Lalisa was startled, realizing the scent was from the perfume she was wearing; she chuckled lightly, "Yes, it is." "This fragrance is the latest one to help you relax your mind. The woody scent suits you very well," Jayce Sherwood spoke casually. "Is that so?" Lalisa nodded. In the beginning, when he lost his memory, she couldn't bear it and almost went crazy. She wanted to have a relationship with him, but she couldn't. So, she desperately took on part-time jobs because she knew that maybe he could attend the fragrance design.

Its shorter length hinted at a touch of playfulness, a reflection of the spark within me that refused to be tamed. With my attire chosen, I turned to the vanity adorned with an assortment of perfumes. I reached for a bottle of jasmine-infused fragrance, uncorking it to release its intoxicating scent. I delicately dabbed the perfume on my pulse points, reveling in the floral notes that enveloped me like a gentle embrace.

She quickly moved back, leaving Sebastian grasping at the air, too late to stop her. "What's wrong, Tera?" "Women's perfume on your body!" Tera mumbled in disbelief. Her eyes shot accusations at her husband. "And it's not my perfume!" Sebastian searched for the source of the scent and sniffed around his armpits and shoulders. He couldn't detect any scent except his own. "What perfume scent? I don't smell anything except my own scent!" Sebastian defended himself. Panic started rising within him. Tera drew closer to identify the fragrance she had detected. "This! Whose scent is this? The scent of vanilla mixed with tuberose and honey! The sweet signature scent of Issey Miyake!"

Kai was done for. Jessica’s scent was refreshing and lightly sweet, like roses, with a dash of morning rain and undertones of sandalwood and vanilla. It pulled Kai in and wrapped around him like a blanket, calmed him down when he felt stress building up inside, eased his hot temper, welcomed him with love and acceptance. He loved coming back after work activities everyday to Jessica’s scent lingering in the apartment, but nothing compared to when he had his beautiful mate in his arms, nosing across the slope of her shoulder where Kai made his mark.

How did Theodore know this kind of perfume? "Jessie, come to my office." Alicia called Jessica over the intercom. The young lady came immediately after being called. "Miss Weisberg, what can I do for you?" "Do you know this perfume brand?" Alicia held up Florenc's perfume bottle for Jessica to look at. Oh, is that Florenc?! Of course Jessica immediately recognized it with one glance. It was the precious perfume she bought last week (but now has gone). Where did Alicia get it from? That brand would be clasifed below Alicia's standards,

"There is no scent!" Long Ki also helped sniff her, but there was no residue of scent on her. Even Raijin's scent was erased. "Something is wrong. You said he was wearing a weird perfume, right? Someone might have tampered with it." Long Aotian anxiously bit his nails. "Calm down, we will find him soon," Long Ki patted his trembling shoulders softly. While they were frantically searching for Xia, there was another crisis in Yukiya's side. "No, this can't be. It can't happen," Yukiya carefully held the broken ring in her trembling palm.

Now, silence lived in the corners of the house. Mark came down late that morning, already dressed, tie knotted tight, jacket folded neatly over his arm. He kissed her on the cheek, and she noticed it faint but unmistakable a scent that didn’t belong to her. It was floral, sharp, and expensive. Jasmine, maybe. Clara’s perfume was sandalwood and bergamot earthy, restrained. This was something younger, brighter. “Morning,” he said, brushing past her to pour coffee. “Morning,” she echoed.

My eyes scanned the bottle filled with peach liquid, perfectly designed with a black lid and an intricately crafted black tag that read the inscription, 'Jasmin Bonheur', a scented product of Guerlain. "It reminds me of your sensual scent. I just wanted to replicate it." He spoke up and a grin slowly formed on my face. "I love it." I professed, reaching for the last and smallest box. Something about this particular box made me overly nervous. I didn't know why. I could tell it was really special to him judging by the look on his face. It heightened my impatience to see what was in it.

Asides from the fact that he’s a mafia don and my captor, he looks like a walking muscle of trauma. “Sensai 33?” the man asks out of nowhere, sniffing the air. “Yes?” I blink, surprised that someone knows the brand of my perfume. He hums in approval. “Good taste.” “Really?” “Yup. A solid choice. Sandalwood, cedar, a little leather. Classic.” He crosses his arms.

I shut the portal and felt my anxiety start to spike as I pulled the soul jewel away from my neck. “Oh! Here!” She pulled a small bottle out of her pocket and sprayed the liquid all over me. “I brought this with me to use on you. It’s called perfume. It will make you smell good. This is hibiscus scented just like the clip in your hair. Now, come on!” Joanne ordered as she dragged me to the door. She braided her hair quickly and then wrapped it into a bun, pinning it up as she went. She poked her head out the door into the main room. “Conor! Are you ready to see your smoking hot companion?!” I’m not his companion! I heard Bart and Conor speaking quietly and then Joanne pulled me into the midd