Ochako Perfume Novels & Stories

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"

It concealed the scar above my collarbone, the one from the time Nora pushed me into a table corner during my stay in the Crescent Moon Tribe. There were over a dozen bottles of perfume on the vanity. My fingers glided across them, ultimately stopping at Dior J'adore, my favorite jasmine fragrance. However, I hesitated for a moment and chose Chanel Paris instead. I remembered Sebastian's preference for roses, and I thought a rose-scented perfume was a safer bet. I sprayed a bit on my neck, chest, and wrists, the fine mist settling on my skin, evoking a refreshing feeling.

I went back down the stairs and laid my head on Leornado's chest. "He will be okay Principessa" he stated and kissed me on the lips. That's all I needed right now and that was his comfort. I sat on top of him and made a full made-out session, he held me tightly and I pulled away before I went too far. He smirked and breathed in my perfume. "I've never recognized how good your perfume has smelled before, what brand is this?" "Chanel" I giggled. "Vanilla-scented perhaps?" he asked.

It gave her a strange feeling as if she was sitting by a warm burning fireplace in this wintery night and Chelsea found herself drawing closer to him on her on accord . Her cold ice like skin touched his warm one , sending shivers down both of them . While Chelsea was drowning in his , Rogue too found himself greedy for her luxurious and mysterious perfume, that has the notes of bitter almond, caraway spice, jasmine, cinnamon, tuberose, vanilla, musk and mosses. He brought her closer , so close that they were practically stuck to each other , his warmth and her coldness mixed together giving a very soothing sensation to both of them . Wanting to touch her a little more he placed his head on

He paid with some pieces of copper he had saved from long ago when he was still working in the mines. When Aki at last finished, she was carrying many bags of meat, fresh vegetables and fruits, eggs and cheese. She even had one lovely yukata robe fused with long, swinging sleeves called furisode, a cluster of pinkish-purple Arctic parraya, and a shamisen, which was a three-stringed musical instrument. Apparently, every shop owner plied her with their goods without asking for payment.

Good thing I didn’t lost them or stupidly destroyed the fabric, else I’d be in great debt again. I looked up before at Rhion as high as the Twin Towers but now that he’s become Rhio, he was suddenly higher than Burj Khalifa. He was gotten so unreachable. I found myself crazily pressed against the coat’s fabric, smelling what was left of Rhio’s scent. The perfume he’s used still clung at the coat although I’ve had it dry cleaned a few many times. The fragrance was lasting and smelled more expensive than the Clive Christian perfume collection that Derick has.

Chloe inquired, entering the room with our roommates behind her. Trailing, I replied, "Oh... yes... it is," grasping the bottle of the cheap perfume between my hands. "Is that from Vinsace?" another female colleague asked. "I don't think so," Ms. Hark scoffed. "Vinsace would never sell such a cheap scent." "Right, it's... just a similar scent from a cheaper brand," I confessed, my voice trembling. "A knock-off?" Ms. Hark sneered. "I like the scent, though," Chloe said, smiling as she sat beside me, trying to sniff my perfume. "No wonder you always smell nice."

Then she sniffed the air, her nostrils flared up, then her eyes widened as they stabbed mine. “That perfume. Is that from you?” I sniffed the air myself, faking a confused frown. “Perfume? I don’t smell anything special. Just my new soap.” She took a step closer, her eyes boring into mine. “Don’t lie to me, Charlotte. That is an expensive female perfume from SayBosslady. Where did you get it?”

It had a large maroon ribbon around its neck. "This must be really expensive?" "The price is none of your business. Moving on." He took out a box of Belgian chocolates with fancy packaging. "The seller said these are the most delicious." "Wow, I love chocolate." Sebastian took out a perfume from his gray suitcase. The bottle was uniquely shaped like a crystal with a light pink liquid inside. "This is from a specialty perfume shop in Paris. I asked them to make a special scent just for you. The scent is a mix of jasmine, vanilla, and a little bit of orange."

But upon his arrival, he noticed a familiar motorcycle parked. "Huh, isn't that..." Calisto couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He grabbed the perfume designed to conceal his wolf scent, spraying a bit onto his pulse points and rubbing it into his neck. Even he was amazed at how quickly his lycan scent dissipated, thanks to the potency of the fragrance. This perfume was a game-changer in their lycan world, difficult to acquire and only purchasable from a renowned vampire.