Novel & Cerita Perfume Of The Murderer

“I owe her a favor you see? And even if you’re prettier than her. I never… break my promises...” Just before he can make another move to kill me, with measured timing, I move quickly, spraying a bottle of perfume I have been silently getting from my pocket. As best I could, I tried to slow his pace towards me, let him talk for as long as he wanted so I would have enough to be ready with the perfume. It’s one of my creations also with a special function. It’s laced with hallucinogenic ingredients, inducing those who inhale it into a psychedelic state that makes them hallucinate for thirty minutes.

he probably, I shook my head not wanting to think of the possibility that he might have been with Selena, but now that Selena's marked, I can't smell her scent, I clenched my jaw tight irked by that fact, it's upsetting, it's unfair how Chris is the only person who could perceive her scent, I want to be able to Inhale her too, her peach scent, mixed with the scent of snow and lavender, but the scent of peaches was strong and overwhelming making it hard to detect the other scent mixed with it. I turned towards the cold body of the dead wolf but to my surprise, it wasn't who thought it was unlike the assassin I was chasing, he had a leather pheromone scent but this scent was different, at firs

They chained me by the neck this time, not because it was necessary, but because it was a ritual. Someone had bled here. Recently. The scent was unmistakable—iron-laced and raw—but layered beneath it was something more vile: Kelly’s perfume. Not the light citrus one she used when we were friends. The new one. Artificial vanilla over rotting lilac. It clung to the stones like smoke. Someone died in this room. Someone she’d walked past—perhaps laughed over. The rage rose, but I crushed it. Not now. Rage was noise. And I needed silence.

She had on a different perfume and the scent was so strong that I had to scrunch my nose to protect my delicate nostrils. “Yeah. Damn, are you looking to kill someone?” I asked, looking at her with accusing eyes. She seemed confused for a moment, then her eyes lit up in realization. “Oh, the perfume. Sorry.” She chuckled and added, “I didn't realize that the scent was that strong. It's Burberry goddess intense.” “Nearly murdered me with it,” I said, rising to my feet. She rose too and she followed me as I made my way out of the auditorium. “Are you sure you're okay?” She asked. She laid one hand gently on my shoulder and I turned my head sideways.

Asides from the fact that he’s a mafia don and my captor, he looks like a walking muscle of trauma. “Sensai 33?” the man asks out of nowhere, sniffing the air. “Yes?” I blink, surprised that someone knows the brand of my perfume. He hums in approval. “Good taste.” “Really?” “Yup. A solid choice. Sandalwood, cedar, a little leather. Classic.” He crosses his arms.

“You don't perceive the smell because she has taken this girl's body, but whoever is inside is not real. She has a very particular smell, and she smells faintly of an explosive that smelled like gardenia perfume.” I raised my eyebrows and looked at the young girl, who looked embarrassed. “How do you know it's explosives?” asked Connor. “I don't smell like anything but gardenias.” “It's an explosive perfume,” Aris said confidently. “It was created to confuse wolves because of a perfume that became popular at the time. It turns out that the perfume is sprayed on the body and reacts like a detonator because there is a spell that makes it only recognize the person it wants to harm. She tries to

I was wrong. “Because I hated it,” I said, my voice sharp, regaining the Vivian-esque bite. I stood up straight and crossed my arms. “That perfume… it reminded me of the night of the accident, Lucian. It was the last thing I smelled before the car hit the rail. Every time I put it on in Paris, I felt like I was choking on the smell of burning rubber and blood. I couldn’t do it anymore.” I let out a frustrated huff. “I thought you’d be happy I moved on from something so ‘cloying.’ Or are you so obsessed with the past that you want me to smell like a tragedy?”

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

They also mentioned that the pup in Selena’s womb would become the finest heir the pack had seen in a century, bringing glory to all. When she saw me walk into the hall, Selena’s expression stiffened. Her nails dug into the armrest, but she quickly suppressed her grimace. I smelled the fragrance filling the hall, and I understood exactly why they hadn’t wanted me to come. This was my perfume—a blend of rain?soaked pine needles and moon?flower, my own innovation. How did my creation end up here? And how had it become hers? Selena noticed my confusion. She lifted her glass, smiled, and walked toward me, her tone sweet yet laced with mockery.

Rude. She straightened up, hugged the folders close to her chest, and stayed quiet. She couldn’t help but notice his outfit—a dark blue suit that made him look taller and even more handsome. But most of all, she smelled his perfume again. The kind that turned the whole elevator into a perfume ad. She held her nose, pretending to fix her hair, but really trying to block the smell. God, why does his perfume fill the whole place? Doesn’t he ever run out? She told herself it wasn’t that good, but deep inside she knew—it was addicting. She could smell him all day.