Perfume Cookbook Elden Ring Novels & Stories

At my own engagement ceremony, the spot reserved for the future Luna was claimed by another she-wolf. And my Alpha mate Xavier didn't stop her. He told me to hand over my gown and my ring, too. "Claire, you know Yvette's family can't afford this kind of thing. Be generous. Give them to her. It's not like you can't spare one dress." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Fine. She took my place, now she wants my dress. Why don't I just give her the Luna title while I'm at it? Make it easier for you two to sneak around." His face went dark. "Claire. Watch your mouth." "If the dress and the ring aren't ready for her tomorrow, I'm calling off the alliance. Your choice." He stormed off with Yvette on his arm. The second they were out of earshot, I opened a mind-link to my father. "Dad. Cancel the alliance. And pull every investment you have in Xavier's pack while you're at it." He wants to be Alpha? He'd better hope I agree.

Charles Jansen's true love returns to the country in my seventh year with him. The first post on her social media after she lands is an intimate photo of them together. She captions it, "I'm glad we've come full circle." Only then do I find out the ring hidden in the living room isn't for me. Charles' proposal isn't for me, either. Suddenly, I feel exhausted.

Ava Gray is at a crossroads, giving up being "The Call Center Girl" for a job as an assistant in a very important hotel outside of New York City, she knows that she could improve her limited economy, even fill her refrigerator and pay bills at the end of the month, but when he goes to the interview, the warning bells ring inside his head, he feels the need to flee, but is prevented by that man, the billionaire of the club. Bilogy #ElBillonario

I’m Vicky Eaton, a bondless Kindred. Meaning, I don’t have a Blood Bond mate--the only human you can drink from according to the Kindred law. I’ve done my best to stick to the rule, until I realized that my new boss just smells too darn delicious for me to resist and fits every criteria to be my mate. However, I have made a vow long ago to stay bondless for eternity.**As he spoke, he licked my ear. My heart began to race again. The aroma of his Blood Perfume mixed with his natural body fragrance, stimulated my every nerve. He kissed my neck. I groaned against his touch as he removed my clothing for the third time in under 12 hours."Whatever you do…” I said breathlessly, “Don’t stop.” My words hit him hard and his moves intensified. Suddenly, he broke apart and turned his neck to me, revealing his glorious skin. I froze. Should I stay true to my past, or do I take a leap of faith and fall into the world of the Blood Bond?

I took time off work and flew out to be my best friend's maid of honor. The moment my plane landed, she picked me up and took me straight to the hotel. Not long after we got to the room, she handed me a shopping bag. Inside was the newest phone on the market, a bottle of luxury perfume, and a check for ten thousand dollars. She said with a bright, excited smile, "It's your bridesmaid gift. Even if I'm getting married, you're still the most important person in my life." My eyes filled with tears right there. The next morning, I woke up before sunrise. I put on my bridesmaid dress and went to find her. She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror. Stylists were moving around her, busy with her hair and makeup. When she saw me, she turned with a huge smile and waved me over, her face glowing with excitement. But the moment I stepped closer, her expression changed. It was like she had just seen something disgusting. "Get out." Her voice was low, but the disgust in it was clear. "Disappear from my sight. Right now." I froze where I stood.

"I was supposed to Stay Gone." ...He married me. He gave me a diamond ring with sweet words… and a lie. I thought it was love. But I was just holding her place. The woman whose lies he believed. Now she’s awake. And I don’t know who I am to him anymore. A wife? A stranger? Or just a body keeping what belongs to her  safe? They broke me. But this time, I’m not the same woman they left behind.

Lavish London mansions. A hand-painted Rolls-Royce. And eight dead friends. For the British fixer Robbie Chase, working for the Russian's President most vocal critic meant stunning perks – but also constant danger. His gruesome death is one of 14 that retired British Agent QUINTUS NOONE has linked to Russia – but the UK police shut down every last case. QUINTUS NOONE'S investigation reveals the full story of a ring of death on British soil that the government has ignored.

After a whirlwind secret marriage to ruthless billionaire Kian Donovan, struggling writer Eliora Monroe disappears without a trace, leaving only divorce papers behind. Two years later, she's back as a bestselling author with secrets, fame, and a ring on her finger that doesn't belong to him. But when Kian discovers the real reason she left—and the child she kept hidden—he'll stop at nothing to reclaim what's his.

Born into a blended family, Chantelle grew up on the sidelines, raised with love by her grandmother after her mother's death. Shut out by her father Gérard, dominated by his new wife Rhonda, and relegated to the background behind her pretentious stepsister Mégane, she learned to survive in silence. When her grandmother is diagnosed with a terminal illness, Chantelle's world crumbles. With no family support and overwhelmed by medical bills, she accepts a desperate proposition: one hundred nights for one million euros, with a wealthy man whose identity she will never know. The rules are simple. A blindfold over her eyes, a stranger's touch, and silence. He never speaks. She never sees. He leaves her with anonymous bank transfers... and the haunting scent of his perfume as her only memory. Twelve nights pass. Then, forced by her father to attend a family dinner, Chantelle comes face to face with Mégane's fiancé: Collen Wilkerson—the cold, unapproachable CEO of the powerful corporation where she works as a simple employee. He is a man she knows only from a distance. Arrogant. Untouchable. But when he steps closer, a familiar scent wraps around her, and the world stops. It's his perfume. The same as the masked man. She has already spent twelve nights in his arms. And there are still eighty-eight to go.

The healer told me I had Soul Decay Syndrome. In three days, I'd be dead. The only thing that could save me was water from the Sacred Spring. But my Alpha mate, Vincent, gave it to my adopted sister, Fiona. So, during the final 72 hours of my life, I gave up everything. When I handed Fiona the perfume formulas I'd spent years developing, my parents smiled in satisfaction. When I gave up the couples' vacation package I'd won and let Vincent take Fiona to see the Northern Lights instead, he praised me for finally being mature. When I taught my daughter to call Fiona "Mom", she didn't hesitate. She turned to me without a second thought and called me "Aunt." To my family, all my sacrifices were only natural. "Fiona is a frail human. Her lifespan is much shorter." "We'll love you properly later. We'll make it up to you." I let out a mocking laugh. There was no later for me. I'd never live long enough to receive their love. And after I died, they lost their minds with regret.