Library Perfumes Novels & Stories

It would be her first time in front of Jackson Carson. And she would not waste the opportunity. After reviewing every detail, Vivian opened her small pocket mirror again. Her face was flawless, with a glow that blended sweetness and mystery. Feeling ready, she put the mirror away, but there were still some finishing touches to make. She adjusted her pink dress, discreetly opening two extra buttons, just enough to reveal the delicate black lace that molded to her skin. A subtle but calculated detail. Then she took a bottle of special perfume from the drawer, developed by a confidant from the chemistry course at the University of São Paulo. It was no ordinary fragrance: it had sophisticated no

requiring a sales rep, the sudden detour, the crash that conveniently shattered the most potent crates right in my face. The perfume had been weaponized. Concentrated fragrance oils weren’t supposed to knock out a beta like me. They shouldn’t even be in crates but in boxed shapes where nothing would harm it. Yet these ones were exposed and kept in crates with excuses that the order wasn’t expected. So the owners agreed to receive them in crates. Bullshit! One uniqueness of our kind is that we heal fast, resist most toxins. Yet one deep inhalation of whatever they’d laced or amplified in those bottles had dropped me like a human.

Although still at a distance, the man's beauty was undeniable. Dressed in a black tuxedo with the white sleeves rolled up, the aura he exuded could make a woman wet. Grace couldn't help but imagine the sexiness of his long arm, and she could swear that it possessed the ability to fulfill a woman's deepest fantasies, reaching every desirable spot.

One chance. She'd rehearsed every detail. The way her dress hugged her curves without screaming desperation. How her dark hair fell across one shoulder, exposing her neck in a gesture that looked accidental but had taken hours to perfect. Even the subtle sway of her hips as she walked, engineered to draw male attention without triggering their predator instincts. And the perfume. God, the perfume alone had cost Project Seventh six months of research and enough money to fund a small military operation. Synthesized to smell like pack to a werewolf. Like belonging. Like the one thing these apex predators spent centuries searching for and rarely found.

In a low voice, he said, “Miss Ford, your perfume is making me sick to my stomach.” Tiffany was shocked by what Nathan had said. After the way he’d helped her Father, she had expected him to be more respectful of her. And more welcoming. Furthermore, she had deliberately chosen the most seductive perfume she had. It was called “Opium” and was also known as “Liquid Diamond. A lot of female celebrities liked to use this expensive perfume. Unfortunately, Nathan thought her well-chosen perfume smelled like shit. “I didn’t know that you don’t like perfume,” she said. “While I am here, I won’t wear any. I understand why you think the body’s natural fragrance is the best perfume.” As she spoke, she

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

She'd run her shop here for nearly ten years, yet almost none of the locals come to her for business. That was simply because her services were extremely expensive. She charged 200 thousand dollars per session. Mom's clients were all celebrities or wealthy socialites—the rich or the powerful. Drawn by her reputation, they travelled from miles away just to get rid of the unpleasant odors that troubled them. After all, once people had money and comfort, they would start chasing pleasure. The richer they were, the less tolerant they became of even their smallest imperfections. Although Mom's perfumes were expensive, a single application would last them an entire month. No matter how severe the

said Amanda casually. "I'm just worried. If you need something just say, I'll grant it!" said Darko. Amanda smiled crookedly, "Are you sure you will grant whatever my request?" Darko nodded. "Get away from me. I can't stand the smell of your perfume. Oh, gosh! I'm so sick, you smell so bad," Amanda hurried off to the bathroom. Darko stood there while kissing the shirt he was wearing. He didn't smell anything bad, the perfume he wore was also high-end perfume which cost tens of dollars.

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.

I returned to Femi who luckily kept his mouth shut. “Kola, I will come to your office tomorrow so we can have lunch, there is something which I need to ask you.” Tomi said as I laughed. “I can’t be your man of honor oh, my brother will not allow.” I joked even though my heart was not in it, whatever this thing that was happening with Stella is, I just hope that it pas by quickly because I miss her badly. “That is not what I meant to ask and beside, you are not fine enough to stand at the bride side. All my bridesmaids will go through three months special skin care regime.” Tomi brags as I shudders in fake horror.