Library Perfumes Novels & Stories

Taking the bottle, I opened it and inhaled slowly, carefully, closing my eyes to tune into my keen sense of smell. Then my eyes opened again in shock. “This perfume…it’s been enhanced somehow.” I took another sniff, nodding, my expression growing more and more grim. “Now I know why she smelled so much like Claire. I’m betting if we tested this perfume, itwould contain Claire’s DNA. “Because it’s obviously been enhanced with her pheromones.” The servant gasped, and even the butler looked a little ill. The use of pheromones was highly unethical, and even illegal in some packs.

Darcel leaned closer to my face, he was dark and intimidating, like a predator, his hand still on my neck, and this time he put a slight pressure, but again that didn't inflict pain, instead heat flowed, the juices trickling down my labia. "Don't wear any other fragrance.No perfumes, no scented body wash nothing." Something tightened inside my chest. Why? I wanted to do it just for a day. Is it because I am his perfumer now? Does he think that it will come on my way of creating the best perfume? He is thinking about that even now, when I am right here at his mercy. Tears threatened my eyes, but I beat my lips, I couldn't understand why I was so overwhelmed by his words. He had a purpose for

She would win it all. Her perfume, 'Phoenix', was a testament to her own journey. It was a fragrance born of her own ashes, a scent that was a powerful, beautiful thing. It was a symphony of a hundred different emotions, a hundred different memories, a hundred different scars. It was a scent that was a testament to a woman who had been through a hundred different hells and had emerged a powerful, beautiful thing.

I had put so much work into this for it not to work— Gave the housekeepers five days off, got the same role play costumes like the only fan models he subscribed to, bought the same type of sex toys they used, and the wigs they used. I reached for my favorite perfume— Lancôme La Vie Est Belle— and with a flick of my wrist, I sprayed it around me. My neck and collarbone, my wrists, behind my ears, and between my breasts— none were spared from the spritz spray of the perfume. And in one final perfume ritual, I raised my hand and sprayed it all over me, almost choking on the floral scents that clouded my nostrils. I coughed. “Enough, Verena”

With that ability, I could have any woman eating out of the palm of my hand—literally. Excited, I added the "Hand of Arousal" to my cart and continued browsing. Another item piqued my interest: "Hypnotic Perfume" for $300,000. This perfume claimed to release pheromones that could subtly influence the wearer's surroundings, making them more suggestible and compliant. It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands.

He must be really disappointed in me right now. I opened my school bag to stuff my books inside then checked to see if I did not forget anything for today. When I was satisfied I pulled out my phone and checked out social media. Bree and Venus hadn’t posted anything in a while. I had no idea why I was even on their page in the first place. Selene posted an advert for what I assumed was her perfume collection. Serene Selene. The options looked good. There was the ‘Sweet Sapphire’, ‘Satin Seduction’ and ‘Smooth’. The prices? Well, let us just say that the price of two perfumes could buy me a really good second hand car. It was daylight robbery! But I guess her customers in the comment section

She showcases perfection, like she's practiced and practiced for days to make her actions look utterly flawless. Returning my gaze back to my work, I scan over my notes and calculations one final time to ensure I haven't missed anything. Confident, I'm ready to add the last ingredient. Using a sharp needle, I prick the end of my finger, placing it over my concoction and allowing a few drops of blood to plunge into the solution. I give the flask one final swirl before carefully transferring it to a perfume bottle just as the bell signals the end of the final round. My heart pounds both excitedly and nervously in my chest as the judges come to critique my perfume first. My perfume is encased i

I spat the white foam into the basin, rinsing away the lingering taste of Fraser. I turned the brass taps of the bath. Steam rolled off the gushing water, clouding the mirror. I reached behind the row of expensive glass bottles on the shelf and pulled out a small, amber vial. The aphrodisiac perfume. The old witch in the lower village had sold it to me with a wicked grin. It did not force compliance. It was far more dangerous than that. It offered suggestion. It was a chemical hook that dragged eyes toward you and kept them there until curiosity turned into obsession.

“To prep for our next performance. You have a family to face. And, please, do have a bath. I noticed the air here was quite…unpleasant.” My mouth fell open before I could stop it.

"You're disgusting. Making a smell like that into perfume." I threw the bottle at Sharon. "It was Sharon who gave me this bottle of perfume. I've lost my sense of smell. Not many people know about this, but Sharon knew. "She gave me this bottle of weird perfume, telling me how much it suits me. She told me to spray some on myself during the wedding, saying that it was a respect to Rachel. I sprayed some on me, then she sent a message to Rachel saying that I seduced her husband. "My best friend called me a tramp. The next day, Sharon did the same thing again, causing me to lose my job and my boyfriend.