Library Perfumes Novels & Stories

She is my drug, my sweet addiction, my divine kiss and my only downfall. "My love, everything I do is worth it, you'll see that you won't regret it," I hold her tightly in my arms, my nose in her perfumed hair, "I promise that today you will be the only precious jewel that my heart, mind and body will desire to pamper and have."

"Do you like this adorable packing? How can such a beautiful young lady like you not have exclusive taste? You have to be confident since you are such a beauty! Let me tell you a secret. Our perfume has thousands of fragrances and it changes according to your body temperature and mood. As for you, I am sure you can emit the most amazing fragrance. You can either choose a bottle or two, three, or even four bottles of different combinations. It will bring you different surprises and freshness every month. What do you think?" Seeing that the woman seemed to be a little persuaded, Rose pointed to the four beautiful bottles of different colors in the transparent box. "The scent of this perfume is

She was dressed all in black, and she looked like she could be a model. This woman was wearing a mask, so her entire face was completely invisible and Amelia didn't recognize the woman either. "You have the perfume?" the woman asked. Amelia nodded and handed it over. The woman took it and held it up to the light, examining it carefully. "This is a very special perfume," she said. "It's called 'Stimulating.' It has a very powerful effect on people. It makes them feel more confident, more attractive, and more willing to take risks."

After weeks of emptiness and duty, I was whole again. *Finally complete,* Artemis purred in my mind, her contentment washing through me like honey. The early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting the room in a soft golden glow. I breathed deeply, letting their scents mingle and fill my lungs—Noah's pine and leather, Theo's cedar and rain, Oscar's cinnamon and citrus, and Callum's sandalwood and musk. The combination was intoxicating, a perfume more precious than any royal fragrance.

I finish my routine with much difficulty, holding on the fixtures in the bathroom to steady myself from falling. Wrapping a towel around myself, I take little steps into the bedroom and go about lotionning my body and stepping into my underwear. I get dressed for work after everything, opting for ballet flats to ease my stress. I uncap my cologne to spray and then it hits me, the scent of my perfume is what made me barf earlier. Everything in this room smells like my cologne. This is going to be a headache.

Then she sniffed the air, her nostrils flared up, then her eyes widened as they stabbed mine. “That perfume. Is that from you?” I sniffed the air myself, faking a confused frown. “Perfume? I don’t smell anything special. Just my new soap.” She took a step closer, her eyes boring into mine. “Don’t lie to me, Charlotte. That is an expensive female perfume from SayBosslady. Where did you get it?”

Enter what? I tried my name. J-A-S-M-I-N-E. Denied. I tried “Return.” Denied. Then, without thinking, I typed: DOOR 2. The door clicked. A breath. A mechanical sigh. And it opened for me. I should’ve turned around. But I didn’t. I stepped inside. — This time, the corridor was longer. The air wasn’t stale. It was alive—humid, electric, charged like the seconds before a thunderstorm. The hallway lights pulsed in rhythm with my steps.

At five point one million, the hammer comes down. Item one… sold. Because I stared. Because I breathed. Because he saw something in my eyes. I grip the armrest tightly, trying to steady my breathing. My chest is full… too full… like I don’t have space inside me for all these emotions. The second item arrives. A limited edition perfume, made by a world famous perfumer. Only ten bottles exist in the world. It has rose notes… vanilla… warm amber… A scent that reminds me of tenderness… softness… something private. I can almost imagine how it would sit on my skin, how it would warm under my body heat.

And one, a translucent icy blue. The soldier continued, "The others are standard perfumes we made last-minute. Your advisers recommended providing a variety for the peace-offering." I lifted the blue bottle carefully and took a quick sniff. Cinnamon. Warm. Sweet. Comforting. A perfect disguise. "Be careful!" Evan snapped. "Are you insane?!" "It's only lethal if inhaled regularly," I said. "Which just so happens to be what people do with perfume, Evan." He blinked. "I... hate how calm you are about this."

They were going to witness the beginning of their fatal fall. She opened up the two bottles she held and said, “If you’ll give me your attention, then I’ll explain the inspiration for the perfume, Jamio. It’s about the beauty that is found in love. Literally about two people being in love. My hope while making this perfume was that people could smell it and think about the beauty of falling in love.” She paused, glad that she had everyone’s attention.