Living Spray Novels & Stories

I get up and stretch then head into the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth, once I finished that I walked into my closet and stand at attention when the very faint scent of the or a grindling caught my attention, it’s not very prominent which means it was here quite a while ago, I raise my nose in the air and sniff trying to pin point where exactly the scent was strongest, I walk slowly through the closet sniffing as I go along trying to keep the trace of the scent in my nose, I follow it to the very back of closet to a space that I have never used and bend down when I notice a small crack in the wall just where each meets at the bottom, I close my eyes and inhale deep before opening my e

she explains. I can’t seem to find the words to thank her so I just nod my head and allowed her use the spray on me. She almost emptied the whole bottle but used a few on herself. She says that is to remove any of my scent that may have logged onto her body in case she happens to come across Ryder immediately I leave.

But she could see the superintendent standing still. Skyla asked, her voice bearing a hint of worry, "I said turn on your…" Before she would complete the sentence, the superintendent slid her hand inside the pants pocket to take out a small spray bottle. Pressing the pump, she sprayed some liquid and the moment Skyla inhaled it, she felt dizzy.

Can you come over now, please? After sending the message, she immediately went to take a bath. She also took out a spray she had prepared. She had been preparing for this for two days. This kind of spray could make one disoriented. There was no way she would not succeed tonight!

Reflexively, I caught it. A bottle of spray. An imaginary bulb clicked in my mind when I recognized what it was. This was the same perfume River had given me to mask my lycan scent when he sent me to spy on Mason. Wow, I didn’t expect that I would get to use it again. “Spray a generous amount on yourself. Quick,” Sullivan ordered.

This grand action made everyone feel strange, and some even speculated, Otis Swara and the others may be cultivating a type of evil martial art, called throwing magic, can defend close by, retreat but attack far, can let the enemy listen and escape, letting go retreating army. According to people who have seen this great act, when Otis Swara and the others were spraying, there was someone who could actually spray to a ceiling more than three meters high, with full strength, each spreading out. Once practiced, this technique can absolutely be unrivaled in the world. Just take off a pair of pants, and the enemy will definitely tremble in fear, turn around and run away. Whoever it is, probably

"Don't you dare talk about my sister like that, you disgusting piece of shit!" "I needed that." the boss said, wiping blood from his split lip. He cursed and told his men, "Drag this bastard out of here and teach him a lesson about respecting his elders." But what happened next caught everyone completely off guard. Blake reached into his jacket pocket and brought out some kind of spray canister, and before anyone could stop him he was spraying it directly into the faces of the men who were trying to grab him. They screamed so hard and fell to the ground clutching at their eyes as if acid had been poured into them, rolling around in agony. The boss wasn't left out either because Blake made su

my leg is really itchy and I really needed anti-aging spray so I took the anti-itch spray and spreader parts of my foot and leg that way he. "I keep my month and one place and I didn't know what the doctor had prescribed for me or what my dad got me, and I was looking around for the itching spray and I found and all familiar friend or let me say friends and that are scattered around the wooden floor right now." "It's ok understand also I know that you don't like talking about things that are bothering you, or falling off the wagon but we are in a relationship and if anything I was bothering you will you feel like you're losing grip please don't hesitate to talk to me or call me I will make t

The guy truly did have extravagant tastes. "Don’t forget to spray yourself with this." Gale murmurs, handing a small spray bottle filled with a pink swirling liquid. I don’t hesitate to obey her command and spritz myself down. The liquid was specially made by a shaman and gifted to me long ago. It was meant to mask our auras and scents so the enemy couldn’t locate us if we were waiting to attack. Throughout the years, it had saved me many times, and it was one of my most prized possessions on the battlefield.

“What the hell does that even mean—?” Before I could finish the sentence, she pulled something out of her bag. A small metallic spray can. Pssshhhk! The mist hit me straight in the face. I staggered back instinctively, coughing, waving my hands in front of my face—but it was already too late. The chemical smell burned my nostrils, and I could barely breathe. My limbs began to feel heavy, like I was sinking into quicksand. She turned her face away and covered her nose.