Olivia Rodrigo Perfume Novels & Stories

Olivia spoke as she let out a bitter laugh "I'm literally wearing your favorite cologne,” she continued, blinking away tears. “You always say you are able to sniff out my cologne from even a mile away, so why didn't you know it was me?" Adrian was at a loss of words cause she was right after all, he had in fact stamped her scent at the back of his head so how come he wasn't able to differentiate the fact whereby it was Olivia standing behind him and not Ria.

I squint, realizing that I know who the woman is. It’s Olivia Laroix. “Hey, I call dibs on the Dior perfume!” Lily calls out as she makes her way downstairs, just as Olivia pushes open the door. “Oh, my god.” “Hi,” Olivia greets us in a sweet voice, taking off her sunglasses. “I want to talk to the owner. Alone.” She looks at me with her startling blue eyes and I flinch, putting down the bags and standing straight. I almost salute, which is dumb, but she makes me feel like I’m under her command. “Of course, Miss Olivia.”

My stomach burns with rage, Romano is a monster. “Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about. Olivia is an innocent girl, she would never deceive me or do anything behind my back, she is just a victim of our wickedness, but she is nothing like us or her father, she is good,” Stefan defends me.

She had seemed so sweet earlier but now she seemed like a bitch. “Trying to be nice?” I found myself asking. She shrugged, “Yes. I'm not normally nice to girls who try to steal my man!” I scoffed, my eyes widening with surprise, “Your man?” Olivia rolled her eyes at me, walking around the room and picking up a perfume. “Oh come on, don't act dumb. You should have known by now that Javier belongs to me,” she grinned, spraying Javier’s perfume on her body. She inhaled deeply and a smile broke on her face, “I smell just like him.”

"It's true that I visited the perfume display, but I didn't steal anything. I made this fragrant potion myself, recreating the formula from what I smelled in the special collection." Everyone's eyes dart between Ayana and me, unsure of whom to believe. "Lair!" she persists. "The Montenero's extraordinary perfumes are unique. No one else can create their special effects. How dare you say that you made it? You obviously stole it!" Even Marco's friend, Oliver, seems like he doesn't know what to say. I start to panic again, fearing they'll try to arrest me once more. "I'm telling the truth, I swear," I say pleadingly. "I recreated it from memory."

Two people, two personalities, two worlds that once seemed as distant as rosemary and algorithms, had unexpectedly met and intertwined in a shared project. In that moment, Camille suddenly understood that the scent of passion, of creativity, could be just as rich and intoxicating as the memory of her mother’s lily of the valley perfume, like the scent of rosemary mixed with oil paint in her memories of an old Paris… And who knew? The perfume line Moonlight Night might just witness a love story that, though late-blooming, would be no less pure and passionate.

Elena smelled of honey, of parchment and ink from Ollie’s lessons, and of the faint lavender she used sparingly. However, the scent on the file was of an imported product. I knew it because I had the same perfume in my closet. It was a gift from someone, but I couldn't place the person who gave it to me. I closed my eyes and thought about it, but nothing came.

I will miss him during the holidays. On his birthday. On the day he was supposed to be born. And probably on random Tuesdays when something reminds me that I should have a little boy running around my house. This pain is too much to carry. That's why looking down at the cold, dreary sidewalk from up here feels like the only option I have left. "Ahem! Would you please step away from the ledge?" Olivia's voice echoed through the darkness. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The bath Olivia prepared has a perfect sweet scent. The nightgown was thin but longer, just below the knee. My robe was thicker this time and was tied in front. When I looked at myself in the mirror, it was decent but when I removed the robe it had a sexy and sensual aura. They prepared a perfume, body oil and lotion to put in my whole body. “Don’t you think this is too much?” I asked. “No your highness. We have to make sure that the crown prince won’t take his eyes off you.” Loretta answered.

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something