Midnight Romance Perfume Novels & Stories

"Not as Alexander's pitiful abandoned Luna." She thought silently for a moment, quietly returning the other clothes to their places, her expression becoming unusually grave and serious. "Alright, then we'll choose this one." Next came the perfume selection. Ruby brought over an exquisite velvet tray with five different perfumes neatly arranged. I walked over and directly picked up the bottle with the purple label—Nocturne. This was a unique fragrance I had personally designed, featuring wild iris and white pepper as the main notes, with a subtle hint of smokiness at the base.

Ninian reached out to grab the bottle. Out of all his gifts, Conan had put the most effort into this one. Rose easily avoided her and said coolly, “How would you know that this is for you and not for me? Do you know the name of the perfume? It’s called Stone Rose. Conan hired a perfumer to make this for me. It’s one-of-a-kind. “Miss Springs, I’m being nice and giving you a reminder here. It’s time for you to accept reality.” Rose left.

He knew that there was no way to push his agenda with this topic. His tone mellowed as he looked at Melanie and said, “I came to find you about promoting your perfumes.” With that, he handed her a stack of documents. Melanie opened the file and read through each page carefully. Her two perfumes, “Falling Snow” and “In The Moonlight” were both performing well in Medonia. That was especially so for “In The Moonlight”, which was co-branded with Linda Yancey’s jewelry. The perfume was always sold out the moment it was restocked and was considered highly-sought after.

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.

Perhaps she would be wearing a stunning red dress, dancing gracefully with Prince Louis under the flickering candlelight in the moonlit night. When that mysterious and alluring fragrance wafted from her body, any man in the world would be captivated by her. The bottles of perfume placed on the bedside table were probably the source of that scent. I recognized its brand because Olivia had mentioned that she wanted to buy the same one before. This perfume seems to be very popular among werewolves recently. It was said to not only promote sleep but also leave a long-lasting fragrance on the user's skin. Therefore, many young girls would wear it before a date, hoping to exude irresistible charm

I said calmly, not looking at her. Lily sat down across from me, making a show of dabbing her eyes. "You know, Alex is just so, so good to me." I didn't say anything, just stared at the closed doors of the operating room way down the hall. "He had a special perfume made just for me, with my pheromones. Hired the most famous perfumer on the whole continent. Said he wanted to use morning dew from the highest snowy peaks and the soul of moonflowers to make a scent that was totally unique in the world, just for me." Lily's voice was full of pride she wasn't even trying to hide. "The perfumer said it was the most romantic request he'd ever gotten. Just collecting the stuff and mixing it took him

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

. I need something that whispers power, not shouts it. Something that draws you in, then holds you captive. if you know what I'm saying." She opened her eyes, a sudden spark of inspiration flaring within them. “Patchouli. But not the heavy, earthy kind. I want the clean, almost minty fraction. And then… oud.” Anita’s pen paused mid-stroke. “Oud? That’s a bold move. It’s expensive, and it can overpower everything else if not handled with absolute precision.” “Precision is my middle name,” Natalie retorted, a wry smile playing on her lips. She reached for a tiny, dark vial, its liquid almost black, viscous. The scent, even sealed, was potent, ancient, a whisper of distant forests and sacred ri

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

If I state the easiest method would be for her to tip her hair in the sink, she’ll have to let me wash it for her. Striding out of the room, I pass Annabelles marble toped vanity, spotting the decorative glass bottle of pure Rose Otto and Immortelle flower blended perfume oil out of the corner of my eye. Picking it up, I raised the bottle to my nose and inhaled the seductive aroma of a thousand rose petals. I gifted the Rose Otto oil, specially ordered from France, to Annabell on our wedding night. Annabell, my love, was delicate and soft like a rose petal. It was only fitting that she should smell of the most expensive floral oils custom blended especially for her from the finest perfumery