Kill Fragrance Story Novels & Stories

Her perfume makes my nose itch. Colt clears his throat. "I'll wait outside." "No," I say quickly. "Stay." Lila's smile falters. "Ryker, please. Just one minute. Alone." I sigh. "Fine. One minute." Colt gives me a look that says you're an idiot, then walks away. Lila's smile returns immediately. "Thank you." "What do you want?" "I wanted to apologize." She touches my arm. I pull away. Her hand drops. "For last night. I shouldn't have slapped you."

Rhian Monteclara, a lively and charming 25-year-old entrepreneur, is the face behind the popular fragrance brand Glam Perfume—known for its tagline: "One scent, one story." Her magnetic presence easily captures attention wherever she goes. People are often drawn to her confidence, but some become unexpectedly put off once they see her bubbly and playful personality.

She had the bracelet as evidence but she didn’t know how she would trace him. After a long while, she got out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom to wear her nightie. As soon as she picked it up, Kirklin’s unique sensual masculine scent which was a combination of musk, amber, and leatherwood engulfed her again. Every one of her nighties and lingerie smelt like him despite that she had washed them severally.

Half of the royalties went to fund the fundraiser and charities for disabled people. “The rosy, delicate perfume that you are wearing right now, is it from your brand?” He asked, the scent of his cologne in the night air making me want to press my face against his chest. Why does he have to smell so good? “It is. It lasts for hours.”

After I was done dressing up, I sprayed my perfume to also smell nice, and then I went to meet him in his room. He was already done preparing, and he was just putting on his wristwatch. "Are you done already?" he said to me as he dressed his collar. I responded to him, and then he came closer to me. "You look smart by the way, but what is the name of your perfume brand?" he asked me as he smelled my clothes. "Erm... this is a Maison Francis product. Is there any problem?" I asked him. He refused to admit that there was something wrong with it, but then he insisted that I make use of his own. I took it from him and sprayed it on my body before handing it back to him.

"Qi nan forms the same way as agarwood, but its oil content is higher, making the scent sweeter and richer. When burned, the top, heart, and base notes are distinctly different. My mother taught me a little." Lily listened in a daze. She had no idea what top or base notes meant. She had followed along thinking Anna was bluffing, only to realize Anna truly knew her stuff. Mrs. Caldwell’s eyes lit up. "Your mother raised you well. Since you understand fragrance, I have been watching a drama lately. There is a scent called Souffle Interdit. I have tried to recreate it, but it always feels slightly off. Take a look." "Of course." Anna’s voice was gentle, nothing like her sharp executive tone at

Elara slowly reached inside the dark paper. She pulled out a single, heavily bruised white lily stem. The flower head had been violently crushed, its white petals torn and smeared with dark red residue. As she lifted the broken stem into the air, a sharp, intoxicating scent wafted through the room. It was not the scent of fresh flowers. It was a thick, heavy, unmistakable fragrance of French amber, crushed orchids, and rare musk—the exact, custom-blended Rouge Vane perfume that Lydia had worn every single day of her adult life.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

"Let me just say that she is just here for the show. She probably isn't a good person either. Why must she insist on coming here and stealing our jobs?" "That's right! Look, she and Lia seemed well acquainted. Neither of them should have come to participate in this competition! One is an outsider, and the other has been creating a brand for so many years with her own fragrance team. These two participated in our competition because they want to shamelessly steal our exposure." Yesterday, Helma had already studied the criticisms surrounding Lia's perfume brand when they got back to the villa. The main reason was because of Starlight Perfume, Lia's perfume brand. Not only did the perfume have

It was evident that Carol was the one who brought them honor. "Carol, what perfume are you using? It smells so good! I've never smelled anything like it before." "Carol, where did you buy that perfume? I want to get one for myself, too!" Carol was surrounded by the girls. She thoroughly enjoyed the attention she was getting. It was as if she had already become Liam's wife, skillfully managing her facial expressions in public." "This is the perfume from Westwood. It is from their 'Zodiacal Opulence' collection. It's a limited edition, with only 10 bottles for each zodiac sign. I was quite lucky to get my hands on one."