Perfume Novel Reviews Novels & Stories

Such kind of novels only deserve this kind of ending. Huffing, Seraphine vocalized, “This is all Kayden’s fault! If he didn’t have this novel at his library, I wouldn’t have been tempted!. Even if he has desires and gets horny, he shouldn’t touch such novels. What the heck? Is he a pervert or something? Does he have weird fetishes? It couldn’t be that he aspires to be like the male lead or the female lead even of such novels. That just gave me chills. No way that is the case.”

I smiled shyly at my not so secret desire anymore. THE END Thank you for reading to the end. I would be very happy to see a 1-2 sentences review with your opinion on the story. Stay safe! P.S.: If you are hungry for more stories like this - please, check my new book /not edited yet/ with the scent of cinnamon and warm Christmas mood: https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000002078/null/You-want-to-be-mine Or this new steamy story /not edited yet/ about a shameless girl and her many dates:

After that, I became the punchline, a woman who thought too highly of herself. Just thinking about it made everything taste flat and dull. I slipped a small perfume vial out of my clutch. "Mr. Guerra, your gift is too generous. I can't accept it. Why don't you try the blend I'm showcasing today, as a warm-up for the sampling?" I pressed the atomizer. Cool, clean, deeply layered woody notes unfurled and drifted through the room. Even the most ruthless killer would have felt a moment of peace. The scent from the store-bought perfume in Aurelio's hand disappeared without a trace. His face darkened.

She had always been more comfortable choosing for others than indulging herself. Their next stop was a perfume house, one of the most renowned in the city, tucked neatly between two glass-walled boutiques. Even before stepping inside, Kathalina could sense it. The air outside the entrance carried traces of fragrance that seemed to escape the heavy doors every time they opened. Sweet florals drifted first……rose, jasmine, peony like soft whispers. Beneath them lingered the darker notes, musk and oud, smoky and rich, weaving through the lighter scents like shadows in candlelight. It was impossible not to pause for a moment and breathe it in.

"You're disgusting. Making a smell like that into perfume." I threw the bottle at Sharon. "It was Sharon who gave me this bottle of perfume. I've lost my sense of smell. Not many people know about this, but Sharon knew. "She gave me this bottle of weird perfume, telling me how much it suits me. She told me to spray some on myself during the wedding, saying that it was a respect to Rachel. I sprayed some on me, then she sent a message to Rachel saying that I seduced her husband. "My best friend called me a tramp. The next day, Sharon did the same thing again, causing me to lose my job and my boyfriend.

Observing the old man skillfully handle the fragrance tools and demonstrate to her, she couldn't help but ask, "But traditionally, this is how perfumes have always been made." "You're just copying what you've been taught. How can that compare to innovation?" the old man boasted. "Here, smell these two fragrances. What's the difference?" Melanie cautiously smelled the contents of two light blue test tubes he presented. Her eyes lit up. "Is the second one the fragrance made by reversing the traditional steps?" The old man nodded. Melanie was impressed. She could detect similar floral notes in both, but the latter was richer and more harmonious. It was like a well-aged wine, and the fragrance w

perfume so strong that it spread around the bakery. As soon as the scent of the perfume hit Pidge's nose she murmured, "Crazy spoiled brats... don't even know to wear a perfume..." The person who had just walked to her direction somehow heard and spoke, "Can I get one mocha?" She didn't even lift her head up, just kept on making the coffee when she mumbled, "Only if I can mix the same stingy ass perfume you're wearing in your coffee..." The moment she raised her head to see the person her breath hitched...as if a real cat got her tongue and not leaving it.

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“What perfume is this? This smells horrible! Get lost, don’t embarrass me!” I saw a brand new bottle of perfume on my desk. Aidan saw that I remained expressionless, so he was a bit surprised. “Don’t you like perfume?” I simply replied, “It’s too strong. It’s giving me a headache.” The silence seemed eerie and weird in the office. After a few minutes, he sneered, “I’ll go grab something. Let’s leave together.” He had just left when his phone that he left behind buzzed. Seraphina’s name appeared on the screen.

"Let’s see what this new perfume smells like." Eric, as if back to his senses, rushed over to the carton and used a pocket knife to slice the lid open. He brought out the varieties of perfumes. Each bottle was uniquely crafted, reflecting the artistic sketches I had drawn months ago. One had a smooth, rose-gold finish with intricate floral engravings wrapping around its elegant curves, this one held a soft jasmine and vanilla scent that lingered like a warm embrace.