Novel & Cerita Perfume Novel Reviews

I said. “Exactly. We also have new books that you'd like.” “Okay, I'll give check them out.” I walked into the array of shelves. The familiar scent of vanilla and rain. The last time I said that to Kyle, he told me it smelled like the Dead Writers Perfume, a new brand of perfume which promises to evoke the aroma of books old enough for their authors to have passed to the great writers' retreat in the sky. The paranormal perfume he promised to buy for me, but I rejected outrightly.

Nicole did not expect people’s view of this matter to be so disgusting! She glanced over. There was no sign of Julie’s figure among the people discussing. However, she had clearly seen Julie’s skirt outside earlier. Was she mistaken? No matter what, Nicole could not let them continue gossiping. She glanced to the side. There was a brand-new bottle of perfume on the cabinet beside her. Nicole recognized the brand. It was a limited edition and not easy to buy. She waved her hand. The perfume bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Renia's POV. The smell of her overly familiar perfume did nothing to ease my already tensed shoulders instead it worsened the case. I don't think I have ever been able to describe how her perfume smells and maybe that is because I can't explain it. It smells expensive and choking and it just gives off these weird vibes. I am pretty sure it must be an exclusive smell cause I have never smelt such perfume on anyone before, trust me, I will remember if I ever had. She was looking me up and down slowly with that wicked smirk still permanent on her face and her eyes were glinting in a way that showed she was up to no good.

"Not as Alexander's pitiful abandoned Luna." She thought silently for a moment, quietly returning the other clothes to their places, her expression becoming unusually grave and serious. "Alright, then we'll choose this one." Next came the perfume selection. Ruby brought over an exquisite velvet tray with five different perfumes neatly arranged. I walked over and directly picked up the bottle with the purple label—Nocturne. This was a unique fragrance I had personally designed, featuring wild iris and white pepper as the main notes, with a subtle hint of smokiness at the base.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

James directly tagged Stephen in the group, saying, "Stephen, my tactic worked, right? Back then, I used this on countless ladies! It never failed me once! How was it? Is Yvonne smitten? Women, am I right? Treat her well, and she'll fall for you." Stephen thought for a while. Yvonne must have been dazzled by the fireworks, not him. However, he'd had a good time too, so he wasn't going to let this get to him. He opened the gift Yvonne had given him. He took the bottle of perfume and gave it a whiff. He narrowed his eyes. The scent was unique. It was like walking in a quiet forest in the winter. It was cold and mature, with long base notes.

But his jaw kept locking like a trap, and his knuckles had gone white where they gripped the polished edge of the wooden bench behind him, leather gloves creaking with the strain. A swirl of scent broke through the court's careful quiet—a layered bouquet of rose oil and ground coffee beans, damp stone and nervous musk. Familiar. Heavy. The kind of fragrance worn to disguise anxiety, served to smooth frayed nerves, tracked in from rain-slick courtyards on muddy boots. It pressed against his senses like fingers against old wounds, awakening things better left sleeping. Parsul again. Just for a heartbeat. Her perfume lingering in empty rooms. Storm clouds gathering in her eyes the last time—

she murmured sheepishly. “Forgive me, but I couldn’t help but notice your perfume.” Westin stared at her with a charming smile, “It is quite unique. I haven’t found anybody else to wear it besides you.” Priya’s eyes gleamed joyfully, “You haven’t because I designed my own perfume. It is the one and only kind in the whole world.” “Impressive.” The smile on Westin’s lips widened as he asked, “So you are the only person in this world who smells like this?”

Maybe it is because Lily is an excellent perfume designer, which leads me to pay more attention to perfume stores by habit, and even now I can’t break it. I walk inside this shop, and it is lined with many different perfumes, but when I sniff bottle after bottle, my brow furrows. Most of the perfumes in the shop smell very similar to the perfumes that Lily designed. However, those perfumes designed by Lily should not be available for public sale. How can this shop have these perfumes?

Never. Maybe they just happened to use the same perfume … What the hell am I saying? That doesn’t make any sense. Nevertheless, I need to get to the root of this issue. “Perfume?” “I believe that’s what I said Reign” “I don’t have any” She denies, shrugging her shoulders and I look at her in total disbelief. There’s no girl who doesn’t use perfume. They are always very conscious of their looks and how good they smell and all that, and if she doesn’t have any perfume, why then does she always smell so nice? I mean to say that apart from the smell of the pheromone, she always has this fresh scent that’s pleasant.