Perfume Novel Reviews Novels & Stories

THE PERFUME THIEF ISABELLA I stood in the middle of my room, wrapped in a towel, my hair still dripping onto my shoulders, as I stared at my vanity like it had personally offended me. It was gone. Again. My favourite perfume, the one I bought in Paris last spring, was gone. Thinking about the fact that I rationed it like it was like it was liquid gold and it wasn't where I'd left it. I checked the drawers, the shelf, the bathroom counter and the floor like it had sprouted legs and walked away.

When she saw Mia, she sat in the seat directly before her. Mia held her breath. She wasn't used to such strong perfume. Shelly turned to give her a smug look. "My perfume's nice, isn't it? It was made by a renowned perfumer, and it's not being sold anymore." Mia fanned herself. "Well, that doesn't mean you need to marinate yourself in it."

I said, holding out my hand. She smirked. “Nope.” She reached for another file, flipping it open. “Perfumes… same thing. Gorgeous packaging, beautiful names, but I bet the scent doesn’t last as long as Kingston’s. I’ve seen reviews online about that. People want luxury, but they want it to feel worth it. Like an investment.” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “You read reviews?” “Of course I do. Everyone does. You should too.” She grinned at the look on my face. “Don’t tell me Mr. Big, Serious, Billionaire CEO has never scrolled through customer comments.”

Then she sniffed the air, her nostrils flared up, then her eyes widened as they stabbed mine. “That perfume. Is that from you?” I sniffed the air myself, faking a confused frown. “Perfume? I don’t smell anything special. Just my new soap.” She took a step closer, her eyes boring into mine. “Don’t lie to me, Charlotte. That is an expensive female perfume from SayBosslady. Where did you get it?”

She smiled sweetly. “Thanks for the offer ma’am but we will have to reject it...” Lucas said. She felt slightly offended but remembered that they were just doing their job and shook it off. They kept walking and she felt her breath hitch when they reached the perfumes section. Different amazing scents engulfed her and she felt like she had walked into paradise. These were all perfumes that she had read and watched celebrities and influencers talk about online and she was finally able to see them and is even capable of purchasing them.

I watched the rain trails winding down the darkened window, when suddenly I caught a dissonant note—a lingering trace of absinthe and bergamot upon the silk scarf at my neck. This was not my scent. I wore no perfume. Julian had once said, his lips against my pulse, "I want only your skin's natural scent, like porcelain after rain." This fragrance belonged exclusively to Gia. Last week I had seen that square crystal bottle of Guilty Absinthe on her vanity. She smiled and said, "Celeste, this is called Peccato. Julian said it suits my complexion." Suddenly, a dull pain spread across my heart, as if someone were slowly excising me with a blunt knife.

You hated perfumes remember? I still hate perfumes with an unequivocal passion.Perfumes remind me of nothing but the revenge which boils inside me like a pool of lava, but it's not a perfume, it's her scent and I couldn't think straight ever since it had hit me. It has been my personal favorite scent the moment she appeared in front of me.

She sprayed it twice on her wrist before putting it on her neck. She was surprised when Elijah suddenly sat up. "Which perfume did you use?" She raised the small bottle. "This one. It smells better than your other perfumes." "Where did you find that?" "Behind the big perfumes." "Didn't you like my other perfumes?" She shook her head. "They're too strong." "Really?" "Yes." "Why does no one say my perfume is strong for me?" She rearranged the small perfume behind the big perfume. Elijah's perfume was arranged neatly; it's like a display but used.

Something is so off about her. “Well, I don't need you looking out for me; I can take care of myself. Why did you change your perfume?” I asked out of curiosity. Serafina’s perfume smelled more of the girl I met at the party, while Isabella's perfume smells different. “My perfume!” She repeated it like I'm asking a strange question. “Oh! I changed it; I thought this smelled better. Don't you like it? I can change it if you don't mind,” she said, trying to please me.

“Hey relax, I just wanted to check up on you.” “Well, that's strange. I never thought you would,” Camilla told her. Had it been normal times, she would have a lot of things to tell Ruby right now. She was sure Ruby had noticed how much the shop had changed due to Alessandro’s investment.“Your perfume is intoxicating. It makes me want to stay. Where did you get it from?” Ruby asked carefully. Camilla scrunched her brows in contemplation, “It is the same perfume I have always used.”