Olivia Rodrigo Perfume Novels & Stories

Olivia folds her legs under herself, sitting on her crossed feet, her balled-up fists clutching at her pajama pants. “Are you—” “F*ck I’m sorry I’m about to get even weirder I can’t help it I don’t know why you smell so good.” That jumbled sentence is the only prevention Asher gets before Olivia takes another garment, a deep brown shirt this time that she raises to her nose but it doesn’t suffice for the hybrid who rubs her entire face in the piece of clothing. Olivia swears again. “Smells so good,” she mumbles, her lisp prominent. “I blame this on my Wolf genes.”

Like really red. “Luna,” I bow slightly. “I’m the future female Beta, no longer a Princess.” Olivia giggles, “Well technically I’m not a Luna anymore. I’m free.” Olivia extends her hand and I shake it. There is a jelly like substance on her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, I have really dry skin, that must be my lotion,” she smiles. “Not a problem,” I rub it in. It’s very strong perfume smell. Odd for a wolf.

It wasn't a thing, but someone. Arias of Shadowfen. “Oliver, apologies.” His voice prickled at the back of my neck. “I didn't see you coming.” “Right.” I grumbled, eyeing him from the thick fringe of my eyelashes. My gaze lifted slightly, the sharp cut of his jaw being the first thing I noticed, followed by the smooth curve of his lips and then I was met with golden-brown. The smell of citrus and wood engulfing me from every angle. I made to step away from him, and head towards down to my bedroom when he placed his hand on my chin, lifting my face to his.

I asked with rapt attention now. “Blue rose?” She asked nonchalantly. “No, the one after that” “Scarlet woman. What’s up with that?” she asked “I know that one, it’s not a new perfume” “Uh, yeah. It says here that it’s a vintage perfume. It’s exclusive and there’s only one bottle returning. I’m pretty sure it’s already been snatched up by now. How did you know that though?” She asked, paying full attention to me this time. Olivia was looking at me too, waiting for my answer.

Bruce cries and Isabella nods in agreement and they both stated shredding crocodile tears hugging each other. "You must miss me especially." Arton says appearing from no where. "Oh! You're back?" "Yes I'm." Arton says throwing himself on Olivia."Let me enjoy the hug before Felix comes back." "That is a nice perfume sister in law, are you planning on going out?" Bryce sniff the air and turn to Olivia. "No I was just trying out the new perfumes sent to me. Thanks Tori. " "It was nothing, you smell well without any perfume but I thought that you might need it once in a while because of the future." Tori winks at Olivia and pats her shoulder walking past her "Also they are from Paris."

“NOT THE VEIL—NOT THE VEIL—NOT THE VEIL!” “It didn’t hit the veil!” Helena shouted. “Calm down!” I hurried over to Olivia and dropped to my knees beside Olivia. “Are you okay? Do you need to sit? You should rest.” “I’m fine!” Olivia insisted breathlessly. “It’s the damned perfume! What even is that? It smells like concentrated roses and death.” “It is French,” Miriam snapped defensively. “It’s elegant. And perfume does not make someone vomit.” My head lifted sharply.

the man said, stepping forward towards her, "My name is Liam, I’ve heard people rave about your spring collection. Thought I would stop by to see that collection, and hopefully leave smelling like the kind of man women dream about, I'm an olfactologist, I love knowing more about different smells." Ivory chuckled softly at his words. "Then you came to the right place, feel free to take a look at the collection and pick the one you like, I'll give you a discount, so that you can get your own dream woman, and might find your favourite fragrance too." "That's so kind of you," Liam leaned against the counter slightly, handing her the roses. "These are for you, a little thank-you in advance, for m

Elara slowly reached inside the dark paper. She pulled out a single, heavily bruised white lily stem. The flower head had been violently crushed, its white petals torn and smeared with dark red residue. As she lifted the broken stem into the air, a sharp, intoxicating scent wafted through the room. It was not the scent of fresh flowers. It was a thick, heavy, unmistakable fragrance of French amber, crushed orchids, and rare musk—the exact, custom-blended Rouge Vane perfume that Lydia had worn every single day of her adult life.

She has thick, glossy waves of raven-black hair that almost reaches her ass, delicate, charming elfin features that are flawlessly made up, and her tiny wrists ring softly with every step thanks to her solid gold Cartier and Tiffany bracelets. To Claudine Olio, nothing but the finest. To put it briefly, she was a spoilt pack princess whose parents catered to all of her desires until they realised what type of monster they had produced and attempted to subdue the animal, but it was much too late. Claudine Olio obtained what she desired. She still exudes stunning attractiveness. That hasn't altered over time. However, it no longer astounds me as it formerly did. Her aroma, of bitter orange and

It was too early in the morning for Joana to add more questions to her head. Oriaga quickly opened the marketplace app on his phone, and he remembered the name of the perfume attached to the glass bottle—it joined the ranks of the other perfumes in Oriaga's room. "There are only two scents, huh?" He thought he would find some other scents, but he was wrong. The price on the marketplace showed about 180$ for a 100ml bottle of perfume. "Alright. I'll buy both and send these things to the mansion instead of Amanda's perfume."