Perfume Kashiyuka Novels & Stories

He went behind my back. My skin prickled when I felt his breath near my neck—he leaned close, as if smelling me. “I like this scent. What perfume is this, Sasha?” “That’s Chanel No. 5 Parfum, Steffano.” My fists slowly unclenched when he stepped back in front of me. He lifted my chin again, inspecting me like a finished product, as if deciding whether anything was still missing. “How do you like her new look, Steffano?” Sasha asked.

I said quietly, even though it felt like the words were made of sand. Kaia looked me up and down — not quickly, but slowly, like she was searching for flaws and finding all of them. Her eyes paused at my shoes, then my clothes, then my face. She tilted her head, still smiling, but it wasn’t kind. It was the kind of smile people give when they know they have something you don’t, and they like it. Her perfume filled the room — sweet, expensive, strong. Too strong. I swallowed through the tightness in my throat.

Out of all these scents, Larissa easily discerned the smell of the perfume that had been on Kevan—the exact same scent. The source came from the female employee closest to her. Larissa's gaze was unabashed, which made the employee rather nervous. The employee managed a weak smile and addressed her tentatively. "Ms. S-Ms. Seymour, is there something I can help you with?" Her voice was quivering. Larissa smiled at her and asked politely, "Your perfume smells great. What brand is it?" "Huh?" The employee was stunned for a moment before frantically rummaging through her drawer, taking out a delicate perfume bottle. "The Chanel 5 perfume. It's the one that got promoted by a bunch of celebrities o

Rhian Monteclara, a lively and charming 25-year-old entrepreneur, is the face behind the popular fragrance brand Glam Perfume—known for its tagline: "One scent, one story." Her magnetic presence easily captures attention wherever she goes. People are often drawn to her confidence, but some become unexpectedly put off once they see her bubbly and playful personality.

I didn't move, and Kester didn't like that. With a slow step, he closed the space between us and placed the dress in my hands, his fingers brushing against mine. He leaned in, sniffing me in, "Make sure to wear one of those sweet, seductive perfumes I got for you," he murmured, "The one with jasmine and vanilla." I shivered. "That's how I want you to smell today, Kasmine." I bit the inside of my cheek, my fingers curling around the dress with my heart hammering against my ribs.

- she finally confessed, causing the stranger's slight amusement. - You are very perceptive, miss.- the man said, watching her with his black eyes that sparkled.- Yes, I don't go to bars, but today I made an exception because I heard from my friend who works at the university that a very talented student works here.- he continued, causing Miyuki's face to be surprised.- My name is Kai Ichatashiko, I am a psychologist and, as strange as it sounds, also a close friend of your professor, Mr. Taniguchi.- he added at the end.

And then I was enveloped in a scent I thought I would never smell again: Kaya’s perfume, the one she always saved for special occasions. “Kaya?” “Sorry,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom as I pushed through the double doors. “I was looking for shoes and I just couldn’t resist.” She held up the bottle of perfume I had bought her not long after our first date, a blush on her cheeks. “It’s really nice.” “It was your favorite.” “Is it? I guess that’s why I was so drawn to it.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She looked like my Kaya again.

His jaw tightens and I can see his fists clench slightly in his pockets as he drags his eyes up my body till they lock with mine again. He looks like a predator and I feel like his prey. I need to get out of here. “Sir, if that is all, I would like to-” “What perfume are you wearing?” he asks, interrupting me. “Black Opium, Sir.” I say, confused. It’s one of the scents Klaus got for me. He actually asked me to wear Burberry Her today but I liked this one better so I spritzed it on before dashing out the door.

"By the way, my shirt looks better on you than it does on the owner." Cassie smiled. She lifted the collar of the shirt to her nose without thinking and inhaled deeply. She expected to smell fabric softener, or maybe Eddie's cologne, something musky and clean. Instead, she caught something else. A perfume. Soft. Floral. Sweet. It was feminine. Unmistakably feminine. Her face changed. The smile fell away. She brought the fabric closer to her nose and sniffed again, slower this time, trying to be sure.

Seraphina stepped out from behind a massive pine tree. She wore a pristine wool coat. Her blonde hair looked a little messy, but her face held a sick, triumphant smile. She walked into the clearing with slow, arrogant steps. She didn't look scared. She didn't look like a girl who just lost her entire territory. She looked like she held the winning hand in a high-stakes poker game. The smell of her cheap floral perfume drifted across the snow. Kaz let out a vicious snarl. His beast hated that scent. He tried to lunge forward, but Kenzo shoved him back down into the dirt.