Kings And Queens Blossom Perfume Novels & Stories

"Miss King, Ms. Reed, please step forward and shed some light on this situation for us," Colton White requested. Helma moved with a serene grace, while Teresa emerged from the group, her chin defiantly raised. "I want to make it clear that the artisanal scent I created is entirely my own work. And just so everyone knows, I did not concoct this formula for the competition. I perfected this fragrance, which I call 'Fragrant Blossom,' two years ago."

he growled in annoyance as he is a King that holds the control of everything in his kingdom, from his Marquess to the pups of his ruling. Finishing my perfume to go to the jewelry, I started to open the boxes. I felt overwhelmed as many fragrances were from overseas countries, and some were as expensive as buying land. I felt many things could have been used for that money rather than for perfume. Looking at all the sweat, calming, and rich scents of perfume, I held one in my hand that had been made specifically for me to the point of branding it Queen Louise A, I sniffed the top of the perfume that gave the sweetest aroma, it relaxed me as the sweat scent of roses, honey, sugar, and vanilla

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

"Tell me, Supreme Alpha Blackwood, is your ego so astronomically large that you genuinely believe you own the scent of the earth itself?" Kaelen blinked, the glowing crimson in his irises faltering for a fraction of a second. "What did you say?" "My personal perfumer," I stated calmly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from the heavy velvet of my gown. "He utilizes a highly concentrated, experimental extract of blue spruce, damp earth, and petrichor. I find the scent of the neutral woods... grounding. To assume I tailored my personal fragrance to mimic a man I have never even met is incredibly arrogant. Even for a warlord or Alpha — whatever you are."

"If you have to ask me that, you don't yet deserve the title you claim." A laugh shakes me, dark, almost mean. I advance, each step measured, as if approaching a wild beast. And she is. When I'm close enough to smell her perfume—jasmine and black tobacco, an intoxicating blend—I reach out, grazing the silk where her chest rises, panting. "You want war, my queen?" Her eyelids half-close, her black lashes flutter. "I want you to wage it on me." That is enough.

I was nothing without their support and teachings. She was looking Beautiful in the yellow attire like sunflowers but my favorite was the last night's one, Red for Roses. I still remember that she was not getting afraid of me anyhow even when I undid the knot of her blouse. She was too much to ignore and forget. Especially the way she shows and says that 'SHE IS A PRINCESS'. I didn't know why I felt the perfect sleep of my life for the second time yesternight. I didn't know the perfume I didn't like anyone to use, Roses and sandalwood smell so different on her and it fills the nostrils of me like hitting my brain directly.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Dizon said tearfully after he saw his king standing in front of the door's mansion. Dizon is also a vampire but he chose not to drink human blood instead he substitutes animal blood to quench his thirst for human blood. When his king falls into a deep sleep he promised that he will not drink human blood until his king won't wakes up. It was his punishment for himself for not being able to help his king when the last witch put a powerful curse on him.

The King's chamber. I knew it before they opened the doors. The air smelled of fur and expensive liquor. The guards pushed me inside and retreated, closing the doors, the sound echoed in my chest. He stood with his back to me. Taller than I remembered from my blurred vision. Broader. Black hair falling past his shoulders. I heard Kael's voice from somewhere cold, commanding. "Everyone out." Footsteps. Scurrying. The doors opening and closing. The King turned. I saw him fully for the first time. The face from my fractured memory, but sharper now, more devastating. Sharp jawline, grey eyes, thin lips, fair flawless skin…