Perfume Kashiyuka Novels & Stories

“But I have to say, you always smell amazing.” “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice softer than usual, the compliment sending a surprising warmth through me "What's your favorite perfume?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.I gazed up at the sky for a moment, pretending to ponder the question. Then, I turned back to him with a smile. "Hmmm... well, I think my all-time favorite has to be Chanel N°5. But when it comes to layering, I'm absolutely obsessed with Gucci Bloom and Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium," I replied, my enthusiasm evident in my voice.

Marvin said out loud. "That is correct. Poor guy here checked in last night. One of the hotel staff saw a young woman inside his car as he gets a room. Nobody saw the young woman leave. You smell that? It is a very distinct scent sold by only one perfume company. It's called Kiss of Death." Andrew added. "How do you know?" Marvin asked because he doesn't look like a guy who would use a woman's perfume. "My wife has the perfume. It is very expensive but a lot of women are crazy about it. It's trending in social media." Marvin nodded.

“Perfume?” He sprayed it lightly on the back of his hand and inhaled. His eyes closed, and the calm wash over him was visible in every line of his face. “This… this is so calming. I love it. Where’d you get it? I need more.” Cassie giggled like a kid. The sight of him so captivated made her heart swell. She reminded him of Rose for a fleeting moment, small and wide-eyed, utterly delighted. “It’s my first perfume collection. I made this sample just for you, and I promise you… you’ll have a lifetime supply.”

Willow’s POV “This is Perfuming. That’s what we’re calling it,” I smiled into the camera. “It’s a new way to ‘perfume’.” Holding up the large heart shaped necklace, I turned it over for the camera to see. “Right here, there’s a small spritzer.” I squeezed it. “It allows for a tiny amount of perfume to be released. Just a bit. For those small touch ups when you’re on the go.” “Whaaaat?” Steve asked, coming towards us. “Let me see.”

Maybe I can help* Keyla still looked at him questioningly *I can't say that, you think I'm crazy* Kojiro rearranged his whole bedroom *I can tell you if I think you're crazy if I know what you're looking for * Keyla now entered the bedroom and stood behind Kojiro, who promptly turned around *I'm looking for the t-shirt you were wearing when you were here* Kojiro made sure Genzo couldn't hear him *you mean because of the perfume ? * Keyla looked at him questioningly *yes, I like your scent and it helps me to fall asleep or stay asleep* Kojiro blushed because he was embarrassed Keyla went into the living room and rummaged in her bag for her perfume and went back to Kojiro *you mean this? *Keyl

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.

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.