Kings And Queens Blossom Perfume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Amy froze. Perfume. It wasn’t hers. Her throat tightened as she stared at him. The smell was sweet, lingering, unmistakably feminine. She’d smelled it before—on Queen. Her fingers curled into fists. “What’s that smell?” Kael paused, glancing over his shoulder. “What smell?” “That perfume.” Her voice was quiet, trembling. “It’s not mine.” He shrugged, dismissive. “I walked through a crowd, Amy. Don’t start.” “I’m not starting,” she said, stepping forward. “I’m asking.”

said queen Kyla smirking . " She doesn't like black roses . " said Eskylrious . " What makes you say that ? " asked queen Kyla . " I gave her a bouquet of black roses..............she didn't seem to like it that much . " said Eskylrious . " She didn't like the roses or..... ? " said queen Kyla then they noticed from the window the crown princess's room Emily and madam Karla showing different wedding dresses to Kiara . Eskylrious raised his eyes and looked at Kiara with a smile and a defeated expression .

I asked, my voice tight. Queeneth held up her wrist with a proud smile. “Oh, it’s my new perfume! Isn’t it amazing? It’s got jasmine, gardenia, and lily. Cost a fortune.” My throat started to close. Jasmine. I was severely allergic to jasmine. “I—” I took a step back, my hand flying to my throat. “I need to move. I’m allergic—” “Oh, please.” Camilla rolled her eyes. “You’re just trying to get out of this. Keep fanning.”

“ Now you look perfect , my princess “ he said The previous year’s prom Queen , turned around and retrieved a bouquet of roses from the table before handing it to Jacob . I already knew that it was tradition for the prom King to give red roses to his Queen but I was still awestruck with how beautiful these red roses looked . Each red rose was flecked with diamond dust as it shimmered under the dew drops that were hanging on their dark red petals . And in the centre of them , was an exquisitely carved pink crystal rose .

She immediately swelled up under his praise, and my hands around his back tightened. "We will proceed as I have instructed. Do you understand?" He added. "Of course my King" she replied, bowed again then went off. "Was she waiting for us here? Or just you?" I asked, couldn't keep the edge from my voice. "Us. I told her to wait for us here" he replied. He pulled me over to the nearest fountain and made me sit, then sat next to me. "The Kings and Queens all smelled different than thought. All unique and have varying degrees of intensities.

She knew what she had come for. She gazed at the king, sensing the storm in his silver eyes. He was angry, restless, something was wrong, but she hadn’t come unprepared, tonight must happen. She had bathed herself in crushed moonflower leaves, letting the mystical , arousing scent soak into her skin. She wore a perfume brewed from the same petals, and even the wine Kaelen had drunk was laced with it. Tonight, she would make sure he didn’t think twice. He would take her. He would claim her.

Her scent, a sharp, aggressive floral perfume, immediately tainted the air, a stark contrast to the memory of Flora’s wild, gentle aroma. “Your Majesty,” she said, her voice a silken purr as she dipped into a flawless curtsy. Her eyes, a sharp, crystalline blue, flickered to Isolde, a flash of dismissive annoyance in their depths before she masked it. “Princess. I did not realize you were… consulting.” “Seraphina,” Kaelen said, his voice flat, all traces of his momentary smile gone. He felt his wolf bristle, an instinctive, hostile reaction to her presence. “I was just finishing a meeting with my sister.”

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.

This blush, akin to a secret rustled by a gentle breeze through a secluded forest, adorns her face. Being lovingly called, "his Queen," filled her with a sense of being adored and valued, as if she were the most priceless jewel in his heart's collection. Her smile, though subtly enchanting, exuded a majestic self-assuredness, much like a queen who had discovered her rightful place in his world. Was he secretly plotting to crown her as his queen? The word, "Queen," had unexpectedly slipped from Blaze's lips, like a feather carried by an unforeseen breeze. It had been an unplanned confession, an unscripted revelation that had flowed from his heart, bypassing the confines of his conscious mind.

“These look wonderful.” “Thanks! I’m really excited to hear what you think,” I said, guiding them to the table. “Jessica was supposed to be here too, but she got a call she couldn’t miss.” “No problem,” Emma replied, lifting the bottle of Resilience Bloom and inhaling deeply. “This is amazing. It’s like… like a burst of grit and power captured in a scent.” Fiona nodded as she picked up Creative Spirit. “And this one is so vibrant and lively. It’s perfect for the exhibition.”