Jujutsu Kaisen Perfume Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes narrowed at me, tightening his grip on the bag from the gift shop. My eyes glanced at the bag, and I noticed some scented candles. I furrowed my brow when I saw a pine-scented candle. “That for Riko?” I asked, nodding to the bag. “That's not your business.” he snorted, moving the bag behind him. “Okay. You’re funeral. I was going to say pine… not the best candle. Riko likes floral smells. Like her body wash, peony and rose.” I shrugged. “What would you know about my daughter’s body wash?” he questioned. “I asked. I like how she smells.” I shrugged.

“And she just released her Lume Project, a perfume that won’t trigger allergies.” The elderly man before us brightened instantly. “Is that what you’re wearing?” he asked, leaning closer with genuine intrigue. “Yes, sir,” I replied. “Julien, I’ll need several packs of that already,” he said with a warm laugh. Julien chuckled. “We’re finalizing production. You’ll be the first to receive it, I promise.” “Excellent,” the man said, shaking my hand before offering air kisses to my cheeks. I couldn’t stop smiling. There was something intoxicating about the way Julien introduced me, not as an accessory, but as a partner. The way his tone softened around my name. The way his gaze lingered, proud and

A new, unknown feeling filled him with a sense of peace and fulfillment. "Look, he even loved the perfume you bought." Lisaura sighed, trying to convince Braston that he was capable of taking care of the baby. "I don't buy perfumes, I make them. I ordered it from my chief perfumer." Braston replied arrogantly, trying to maintain his facade of a cold and distant man. "He called someone a chief?" Lisaura wondered, confused by the response. "The 'Golden Rose Love' perfume? You made a perfume so quickly?" She questioned, perplexed by the coincidence.

His nose inched closer to my neck, and I could feel both our heartbeats racing like they were F1 cars. "What is this perfume that you are wearing Miss Reux?" His voice was soft and deep. His palm was resting on the small of my back. Short a-line skirts are always risky, for my ass always betrays me, so is the case with shirts. Both my ass and my boobs had a bit extra fat than the wasn't needed on my petite body. I regretted the choice of my dress. RIP self respect. I was ensnared by nervousness, "I am a perfumer Mr.Karwitz. I am not supposed to wear perfumes for professional reasons."

The slit on the dress ran up to my thighs, subtly showing off more than enough skin. I brushed my short, red hair until I was okay with how good it looked, painted my lips bright red more for my courage than for the alpha king’s seduction, then I pressed a final drop of the secret scent that Geniee had given to me for the sole purpose of this mission under my ear and wrists. It was a perfume oil mixed made out of honey, night-bloom, and blood. Time to move.

“And perfume. Don’t forget that.” “Do you think he knows?” “He suspects.” “What do I do?” “Act clueless. And keep training.” I smiled. A real one. Julise always made the chaos feel like strategy. Even when I couldn’t tell the difference. The next morning, the tailor returned. Three gowns. A bottle of perfume. And a note: Stop smelling like bad choices. I almost laughed. Almost.

Zixin shakes his head in amusement, “You’re supposed to be their saviour? This is just sad.” In a split second, he’s in front of me, and now I know his scent. What’s so strange is that I feel as though I’ve smelt it before. He smells like katsura and ginseng and I can taste it on my tongue.

“Your scent today… I don’t like it.” Ivy chuckled, her hands still deft as she spread cream cheese. “Don’t like it? This is my new perfume trial—bergamot and patchouli. It’s supposed to be calming.” “Too calming,” Josh muttered, breathing her in again. “I prefer your natural scent. Especially since those male clients at the shop will smell this too. I don’t like it.” That made her pause. Turning in his arms, Ivy cupped his face, studying the mixture of sleepiness and jealousy in his eyes.

This was hers. I picked up the other bottle, tucking Cass’s perfume into her bag. I tossed Kaji the other bottle when I got into the living room. Lifting an eyebrow, his lips twitched into a half-smile as he tucked the perfume into one of the pockets of the bag. “Thanks, I’m sure they will appreciate the thought.” Zipping the bag closed, I slung it over my shoulder. Not saying anything, he didn’t need to know how I was feeling right now. None of them did.

I didn't move, and Kester didn't like that. With a slow step, he closed the space between us and placed the dress in my hands, his fingers brushing against mine. He leaned in, sniffing me in, "Make sure to wear one of those sweet, seductive perfumes I got for you," he murmured, "The one with jasmine and vanilla." I shivered. "That's how I want you to smell today, Kasmine." I bit the inside of my cheek, my fingers curling around the dress with my heart hammering against my ribs.