Perfume Galore Novels & Stories

I stood before the floor – to – ceiling mirror. Franco’s "Gala of the Fallen" demanded high fashion – a twisted reminder of the society we had all been violently ripped from. I had scavenged the island’s expansive wardrobe and chosen a gown that wasn't meant to seduce. It was meant to conquer.

Yvonne was such a drama queen, but in a good way. She checked her wrist watch and realized it was getting late, and by late, she meant 5 P.M. She needed to get some things done before dinner so Jovanna grabbed Yvonne's hand and dragged her out from the room. The two women made their way to Galeries Lafayette Haussmann. Jovanna had been planning on purchasing a new niche perfume since her last one was pretty much gone. She headed straight to Guerlain counter to get another bottle of Angelique Noire, her favorite scent in the world. While Yvonne bought a bottle of the classic Mon Guerlain.

I stood in front of the mirror in my red silhouette dress. It had popped my curves in the right places and I couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. I needed no other opinion, I looked breathtaking. The last move was to wear one of Gerald’s favorite perfumes. He loved Oud fragrances, strong fragrances that boosted his ego. I added some in sensitive areas. My shoulders, my wrists and behind me. I needed him to smell me and get used to it. My beautiful skin and the color red were in an agreeing motion. I waited for a few minutes and Harry was outside.

He simply shook his head and smiled. He placed his suit on the bed and went to get his shoes from another closet, he basically had up to seven closets in his room, and every closet had what it occupied. The closets were not even enough to accommodate all that he had ranging from his suits, casual wear, wristwatches, shoes, eyeglasses, perfumes, socks, and underwear. All these have their own closets. Gustavo dressed up and went on to spray his most expensive perfume called “Maison Francis Kurkdjian” worth over six hundred and forty-five dollars, and it had a limited production.

Geneveive Tessa Robert I scanned the room to see if I knew any of the long list of people Mom had invited to celebrate the grand opening of the hotel. I knew a few, but I wasn’t ready to say hello to them yet. I stopped one of the waiters and took a glass of champagne. I needed something to busy myself with until Jmaes came to introduce me to some of his friends. I scanned the room again and saw the man I had been hoping we wouldn’t see until the tech project was over. I steadied myself as our eyes met, and giving my hair a quick swish, I focused on my glass. I sniffed his perfume before he announced his presence. He was still using the brand I gifted him on our first anniversary. The sweet

“Wow “ Christiana’s lips parted in awe. She grabbed one of his DA VINCI perfumes, sprayed it on her wrist, and took a sniff. “Smells heavenly “ She exclaimed but her eyes almost popped out in horror when she took a glance at the brand once again. “Holy mother of Jesus!! “ Christiana almost yelled as she stared at the perfume in her hand. ENCHANTED by Da Vinci was the world's most expensive perfume that is worth millions of dollars. Even in all her years of living, Christiana can never purchase such a fortune. With her hands slightly shaking, Christiana was in a hurry to keep it back but to her horror, it slipped off her palms and went shattering to pieces on the floor. Christiana went stiff

Oscar said coldly, “Okay. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll ask my men to bring ten kilos of concentrated perfume from the warehouse—five kilos for each of you. You can’t leave until you finish drinking it!” Glorious Club had a total of fifteen floors with a vast area on each floor. Each floor was filled with very classy and expensive imported fragrances everywhere. Hence, the club kept an extremely large stock of perfume. Jeffrey shuddered in fear, his face turning green when he heard that he had to drink five kilos of perfume.

"Here, let me help you." She led me forward, her pace too fast, too eager, too careless. And with each step, her scent grew stronger—and something about it caught my attention. It was different. New. Expensive. Unmistakable. The top-tier perfume that had been auctioned off for nearly a million gold coins at a witch’s auction half a year ago. Rumors said whoever wore it would maintain their beauty—perhaps even become more radiant over time. It was also said to enhance health and make one appear more alluring.

“Perfumes from Maison H., some limited-edition jewelry pieces, a few floral arrangements, designer dresses, and fruit hampers from La Belle Harvest.” Her tone was measured, but her eyes flickered every now and then, searching my face for a reaction. I stared at the screen, my thoughts already elsewhere—on Elina lying weak and pale in bed. I still couldn’t shake the image. “Choose the perfume,” I said finally. “That one—” I pointed at the second bottle, subtle and elegant, the type Elina would have liked. “And the dress beside it. Add some fruits too. I want everything packaged neatly and brought to my office before I leave.”

She looked around and saw a perfume by Guerlain. It was a part of their exclusive collection called L’art et La Matiere called Angelique Noire. She has sampled it before and wanted it so bad, but it was 380 USD and that was too much for her at the time. Noticing that she was staring at the perfume, he grabbed it and handed it over to the sales associate. “I will be getting this one as well.” When Eva heard this, she thought he was joking, but then he went to the cashier and made the payment for both perfumes.