Kill Fragrance Story Novels & Stories

I had time to kill, and there was no better way to do it than perusing the racks. Just outside the makeup counter, a perfume girl stopped me to try her latest fragrance. I had nothing better to do, so I indulged her, and somehow, struck up a conversation about the astronomical cost of fragrance, and regardless of how pretty the Viktor&Rolf Flowerbomb bottle was, fifty-five dollars seemed excessive just to smell good.

Another year had passed, and William cheerfully celebrated his 19th birthday with his family, a few classmates, and his best friend Lawrence. Lawrence and William became close after Lawrence assisted William the day he was involved in a fight. Lawrence had given him a perfume with no brand or name on its black glass container as a gift. He inquired as to where the latter purchased it, and the reply was that he had made it himself. The perfume has a fragrant and masculine scent. The only thing William didn't understand was that Lawrence wanted him to promise to use it exclusively from now on. Because they are best friends and William has no idea what fragrance he prefers, he agrees and promis

"Bro! He literally owns the biggest luxury perfume empire in the country! What are you talking about? That’s Z Luxury you’re smelling!" ​"It’s disgusting! Don't ever wear that scent again!" Xielle’s voice was muffled behind her hand. She suddenly turned incredibly pale, covered her mouth, and practically ran toward the kitchen sink, dry-heaving. ​Zeke stood there, looking genuinely offended and completely bewildered. He aggressively lifted his collar to sniff his own shirt. "That’s entirely uncalled for, Khione. This is a pre-release blend. People pay thousands of dollars to smell like this."

It concealed the scar above my collarbone, the one from the time Nora pushed me into a table corner during my stay in the Crescent Moon Tribe. There were over a dozen bottles of perfume on the vanity. My fingers glided across them, ultimately stopping at Dior J'adore, my favorite jasmine fragrance. However, I hesitated for a moment and chose Chanel Paris instead. I remembered Sebastian's preference for roses, and I thought a rose-scented perfume was a safer bet. I sprayed a bit on my neck, chest, and wrists, the fine mist settling on my skin, evoking a refreshing feeling.

— I like his smell, he is very attractive. I felt his warm breath hit my face, the smell of blood was present but not as strong as the strange perfume he wore, it was the same fragrance I had given Logan for his birthday. He was one of a kind, I had asked a perfumer to make it exclusively for Striker.

I tried to ignore the overwhelming sense of attraction that swept over me, but it was difficult. When she turned around, it wasn’t the same woman I had humiliated just a few months ago. She was different—fresher, more vibrant, more beautiful than I ever thought possible. Her skin was flawless, glowing like it had never seen a blemish. Her floral dress clung to her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. And the scent—my God, the scent—was intoxicating. She wore Delina Exclusif by Parfums de Marly, a fragrance it was the essence of luxury, and it filled the room.

Two people, two personalities, two worlds that once seemed as distant as rosemary and algorithms, had unexpectedly met and intertwined in a shared project. In that moment, Camille suddenly understood that the scent of passion, of creativity, could be just as rich and intoxicating as the memory of her mother’s lily of the valley perfume, like the scent of rosemary mixed with oil paint in her memories of an old Paris… And who knew? The perfume line Moonlight Night might just witness a love story that, though late-blooming, would be no less pure and passionate.

"You look exactly like..." "Like the woman you broke?" she finished for him. Liam froze. His hand dropped. "You heard me in the store," he said, his voice rough. "I have excellent hearing," she said. She took a sip of her water. "And I have heard the stories, Monsieur Cross. The 'Runaway Bride.' The 'Unwell' heiress. It is a tragic tale." She leaned in, just an inch. She smelled his sandalwood. He smelled her... nothing. She wore no perfume. Just the scent of clean, cold soap.

he replied. She laughed lightly, hoping it sounded natural. As he pulled back slightly, his nose wrinkled. “Why do you smell like men’s cologne?” he asked, his tone casual but observant. Her smile froze for half a second. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an answer that wouldn’t betray her. She cleared her throat. “It’s a new perfume,” she said quickly. “From H Scents Luxe. They want me to model for an advert.” John raised an eyebrow.

I ask as I look up at him. It’s only as the scent of him teases my senses I realize how close I’ve gotten. Months after I met him I spent far too long in a department store hunting for the cologne he wore. With the patience of the woman at the counter who swore it was the most fun thing she’d done in months, she helped find that it was Silver Mountain Water by Creed. I’d flinched when she told me the smallest bottle was more than three hundred dollars. With a smile she’d added a twenty percent off coupon. I fought not to hug her. The scent lived on my pillow and would until the bottle goes empty. Heat waves flow over me. I long to lean into him, to feel his hard body against me.