Living Spray Novels & Stories

"I guess I would be going so you can eat your food." "No, please stay. I want company and I don't like to eat alone." He said, catching my hand. I stopped and met his eyes. "I want to show you something." He retrieved a bouquet from the cupboard. I looked at it, then up at him. "It's beautiful. Which perfume did you use." "It's a spray called Love Interior Aromatic Room Spray. It has floral notes of neroli, ylang-ylang, and jasmine mixed with spicy notes of vetiver and patchouli for the most romantic scent. It even contains rose quartz crystals for added love energy."

How foolish of them to think I wouldn't identify a wolfs bane flower and make very good use of it. It was ready. I took the powdery substance and pushed it into a bottle, adding a little water to make it watery. I sprayed the Wolfs bane water in the room and stepped out. It was already nighttime. I sprayed the water all over the house and surroundings. It emitted a certain scent, that was going to destroy their system. Thankfully, I had taken the antidote with my son, it was going to have no effect on us at all. After spraying, it everywhere, I returned to the room and waited for a while. Waiting for them to inhale and begin to weaken. Soon the door was pushed open. The Wolfs bane scent was

The spray was cold and I didn’t give it time to warm up before I grabbed the washcloth. I picked up a dark green bottle, uncapping it and taking a sniff. It smelled like citrus and sage, it wasn’t a bad smell. Just not one that I was used to. I poured some onto the washcloth, attacking my skin. Trying to scrub the feel of his touch from my skin. I knew that he’d be touching me again soon. This was something that I could control. The water was slowly becoming warmer, but I didn’t adjust it, instead, I let it beat down on my skin.

"My God. Mrs. Layton's really something. Even her company's reed diffusers are more unique than everyone else's." Mack and the other assistants were on their phones, watching the livestream of Star&Ciel Group's press conference to boost the number of viewers. It actually didn't matter whether they were watching—there were already more than 500 thousand people watching the livestream, and the number was steadily increasing. Shooting Star was a line of reed diffusers with the four seasons as its main theme. The products for each season used flowers that corresponded to the seasons as the main ingredients. Different flowers were used for the top, heart, and base notes.

Ivan cut in, “either tell us what you know or use the door.” Mia began thrashing around and her eyes started to flicker, she was starting to wake, and I made to go towards her. The man reached into his coat pocket, brought out a tiny aerosol can and sprayed it in the air quickly. I took one sniff and my wolf told me that whatever it was, it was dangerous, I turned towards him, Ivan was closer and Ivan had already staggered back, he seemed to have inhaled a lot of whatever it was that the man sprayed.

She did spray her, but there was no discernible smell to the spray. Gerri did a full circle, spraying her from head to toe until she swore she was covered in whatever the mist was. Then she went as far as sniffing her neck and back. “Open your hands.” She sprayed her hands and feet. Heck, she even told her to lift the skirt so she could get at her lower body. Once Gerri sniffed a few more times and seemed satisfied with whatever she’d done, she smiled and put the bottle back in the case. “I don’t smell anything, Gerri,” she said, smelling her hands and arms.

I hurry over to them and start looking through them. At first it's just paperwork, boxes of files, boxes of cigars and whiskey, but in the last cupboard, I find a box of canisters. Lifting them up, I read: “Scent Blocking Spray” in bold black writing on the red label. Bingo. Relief hits so hard my knees nearly go weak. The box is a plain cardboard box, no writing on the outside, and it's full of maybe eight canisters. I grab one and quickly spray the room to remove my scent, then put it back in the box and close it up.

I reached for a small spray bottle of cheap linen mist. Spritz. Spritz. “Cough! God, Claire, take it easy!” Shannon, sprawled across a futon while aggressively crunching on pretzels, bolted upright. She batted the air, her face twisted in a theatrical grimace. “Is that perfume or industrial-grade pesticide? You’re going to be a walking scent-bomb. Are you teaching a seven-year-old or trying to sedate her father?” I glared at her through the glass, though my skin felt uncomfortably warm. “It’s aromatherapy, Shan. For my nerves. Besides, this is your laundry spray.”

While I studied the girl’s folder, I prepared the top-secret FireWolf scent eliminator. There’s a reason we all managed to survive all those years, and it’s this clear liquid that I sprayed on myself. It was perfect for hiding from our enemies and now will be a great asset to spy on a possible enemy. I smell like any other human to another werewolf or any supernatural being.

She said it would make a nice companion. “I see you’re finally warming up to plants,” Ice said with a smile. It was one of her rare days off from the hospital. “That was Alianna’s idea,” I replied. Ice chuckled. “She gave me one too, actually. A succulent. Said it was perfect for my hectic schedule.” She showed me a photo of the tiny plant sitting by the window of her hospital office. “I would’ve appreciated one like that,” I muttered. “At least I wouldn’t have to drag myself out of bed to water it.”