Library Perfumes Novels & Stories

"Please not with those pheromones, it's very dangerous for me!" The girl held her mouth she didn't want to breathe in the pheromone-filled air of the two people in front of her, she was disgusted because she could see the pheromones floating to the air and slowly spreading almost filling the space that was not even more than two meters wide... "Hey beautiful, it's not good to breathe like that, you should breathe properly so that you don't suffocate later." "Akh." She was forcefully told to breathe in the contaminated air.

Brenda’s voice inquired. “Yes, indeed.” Holding the items in my hands, I asked, “But what exactly are these?” “These are some forbidden items I’ve managed to procure for you. The wooden box contains Moonflower powder, a potent sedative. Just a pinch in Silas’ drink, and he’ll feel woozy!” Brenda elucidated. The intrigue deepened. I placed the wooden box on the nightstand and focused on the perfume bottle. “And what about this perfume?” I questioned eagerly. “It’s a pheromone-infused scent, often referred to as a seductive perfume. Spritzing it on yourself will entice Alpha Silas, sparking an intense desire within him,” Brenda revealed.

I whined, gripping his hand with a pleading look on my face " I won't, I love you too more than you think. I don't feel like forgiving myself that easily so what can I do to make it up to you?" He said softly with a little warm smile " Give me your perfume." I said, smiling with my big puppy eyes " Ohh Peter, I wear many different perfumes. so you should specify, I wear CREED AVENTUS, Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford, Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani, Savage and Hugo for Men by Hugo Boss." I counted

She said and stood. She slowly walked toward and approached his boss, she carefully took the vial in his hand and sprayed the perfume on her clothes. But as soon as the scent swirled around the room, she almost puked from the smell of it. It is not just a normal perfume; it has a mix of Alpha’s luring pheromones!

Instead, there is an expression of such fierce longing on his face that it darkens the blue of his eyes and turns it into pitch black. I swallow, putting distance between us as I move to announce the last perfume. “And finally, this is Moonlit,” I say as I spritz the perfume I am most proud of. The perfume opens with the smell of wild forest and is an intoxicating blend of florals, including jasmine, tuberose, and night-blooming cereus. I designed it especially for werewolves, capturing the very essence of the night on a full moon.

He tries to scramble for a technical question to trip her up. "Fine. A high-value client wants a premium perfume for a partner who is highly allergic and sensitive to strong scents. What do you suggest?" "Is the partner male or female?" "Male." "Something ozone or aquatic. I see you have the LV imagination and also Boadicea Aqua on display behind the glass; that possesses a hypoallergenic synthetic base. It’s a perfect suggestion." Johnny swallows hard, his jaw tightening but he maintains his professional stance.

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

Its shorter length hinted at a touch of playfulness, a reflection of the spark within me that refused to be tamed. With my attire chosen, I turned to the vanity adorned with an assortment of perfumes. I reached for a bottle of jasmine-infused fragrance, uncorking it to release its intoxicating scent. I delicately dabbed the perfume on my pulse points, reveling in the floral notes that enveloped me like a gentle embrace.

∆NO POV∆ "Ms. Ivory, the lavender perfumes are out of stock...." "Ms. Ivory, spring perfume is less in stock..." "Ms. Ivory, we are getting more orders for caramel perfume..." One by one staff coming to Ivory just to inform her of all these necessary things, while Ivory is noting down all these. The subtle aroma of vanilla and sandalwood lingered in the air, mingling with soft traces of lavender and citrus as she stepped into her personal studio to make more perfumes just to distract her mind.

With a small smile, I said, “When we dress up to go out, the last thing we apply is a perfume that defines us. Whether we want to appear delicate, manly, fresh or sweet. The perfume we choose to wear defines us. If it’s a formal meeting, we will wear something light yet rich. If it’s a date, we will wear something heady or musky. For me, as a blind person, I can define someone by the tone of their voice, the scent they are wearing. I attach scents to people and the idea of creating new scents for others and how I wanted people to see me, just based on how I smell, seemed very exciting so… here I am.” “That’s a lovely answer, Valeria. Tell us something about your new launch.” “The new fragran