Library Perfumes Novels & Stories

It made me rеаllу horny. "Whаt іѕ thаt perfume?" "It'ѕ special. I got іt because іt ѕаіd it drove men сrаzу." "It works. Whаt'ѕ ѕо special about іt?' "It hаѕ a lоt оf pheromones іn it. Mаkеѕ уоu horny. The bоx ѕаіd tо ѕрrау іt whеrеvеr уоu wаnt thе guу tо kiss you."

“I’m thinking of a perfume with a top note of zesty grapefruit—something bright and energizing to signify the fresh start of solidarity. For the heart, perhaps a blend of creamy tuberose and elegant peony, to represent the nurturing and supportive nature of unity. And for the base, a hint of amber, which adds warmth and a grounding effect, symbolizing the lasting strength of empowerment.” Emma’s eyes widened in approval. “That sounds perfect. Do you have a name for it?” “Hmm…” That got me thinking. Then I said, “How about Together or just Solidarity?” “Sounds nice,” Fiona agreed with a thoughtful nod. “Or maybe something like Harmony Blossom?” “That’s good too,” Emma said excitedly. “I’m als

I say as I give the once greenish slimy condition a stir. It is now dark green and silvery in colour and it smells heavenly. The perfumes I sell and everything in this whole shop are my own creations. My uncle had given me a land where I grow herbs and flowers and now, the retired alpha has given me a piece of land where I have planned more. From these flowers, I get the perfumes and the herbs give me the ingredients I need for the cosmetics and soaps. Leo and I walk out with a carefully packaged lotion, cleanser, toner, mask, foundation and perfume.

All she had to do was to find the blasted code! “Anson, please…don’t do anything rash,” her voice trembled. “At least…at least try to find out more about the perfume first before you do anything. How did it smell like?” She did not want him to do anything reckless, they had to stay level headed. “It smelt like leather and plum..very androgynous.”

Ninian reached out to grab the bottle. Out of all his gifts, Conan had put the most effort into this one. Rose easily avoided her and said coolly, “How would you know that this is for you and not for me? Do you know the name of the perfume? It’s called Stone Rose. Conan hired a perfumer to make this for me. It’s one-of-a-kind. “Miss Springs, I’m being nice and giving you a reminder here. It’s time for you to accept reality.” Rose left.

“Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, Your Majesty?” “Just fucking tell me.” The scientist glanced at his Beta, who nodded. “My suspicions were correct, Your Majesty. The perfume contains synthetic pheromones designed to mimic the chemical signature of a fated mate bond.”

Now, silence lived in the corners of the house. Mark came down late that morning, already dressed, tie knotted tight, jacket folded neatly over his arm. He kissed her on the cheek, and she noticed it faint but unmistakable a scent that didn’t belong to her. It was floral, sharp, and expensive. Jasmine, maybe. Clara’s perfume was sandalwood and bergamot earthy, restrained. This was something younger, brighter. “Morning,” he said, brushing past her to pour coffee. “Morning,” she echoed.

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

Why would I have to give you a chemistry lesson when all you could do is borrow one of Katelynn's perfumes. Oh my goodness I completely forgot that I have bought a couple of perfume bottles said Katelynn. Actually I think that I have the perfect one she said and it is called Fantasy Love by Lola Jones. Oh I love her she has the best smelling perfumes. Yes, she does Katelynn said and her bottle designs are eye catching. Now let me see where did I put it ahh here it is as she comes out the bathroom with the perfume bottle. Now this should help and prevent Cameron from smelling the pups.

They stopped showing me a wall of perfume all on a row of shelves that were filled top to bottom with bottles all with different colors and labels. “Wow know that’s a collection.” I said in amaze having to look up to see all the perfumes, there were all so different narrow, skinny, curvy, heart shaped, wide. With unique colors amber, baby pink, coral, lime, etc. “COLLECTION! " Clover screamed offended. “It’s not a collection it’s a legacy.” Oliver stepped in front of the wall flying across it with her wings gesturing her hand to the perfumes. “This is where all the famous fairies make their perfume which determines how their life will be.” Clover said, they held hands admiring the piece of a