Pokemon Scent Sation Novels & Stories

Christian and Kayla already started eating so we just joined them. After five minutes I froze at the sudden pheromones outlet, it smell so good it had me hardening in my pants, but the scary thing is, the scent wasn’t the familiar smell of peaches, it was of ripened mango with a gentle sugary scent of lollipops and but it had a grassy mix as well, it was very disturbing, what on earth is that? -----

The clear powder inside sparkled on the surface of the puff. “Deodorant powder,” he explained in response to her puzzled expression. “The toothpaste and brush you know. The tube full of amber beads is soap for your body and hair. In the silver pot is lotion, in the bronze, repellent.” “Repellant?” She studied the small pot askance. Only a man would consider bug repellent an essential toiletry. However, it was the final item in the bag that defied her imagination. It looked something like an elongated, miniature plunger with a short rubber handle.

Simon was surprised. "I remembered you bought some half a year ago. Did it stop working so quickly?" "Yup." Simon's expression turned serious. "It's not feasible for the duration of the scent to last shorter and shorter. It's like smoking and drinking. Once you get addicted to it, it's hard to quit. Next time, ask the scented sachet seller if there's anything wrong with it." Grayson always had poor sleep quality. Thus, he relied on the scented sachets to sleep for many years.

"My parents miss you. They talk about you constantly. Ask about you." He takes a shaky breath. "Gamma mentioned seeing you at the summit. I had people track down your address. I just..." His voice drops to almost nothing. "I just wanted to see you. See if you're doing well. See if you're safe." Something in his expression shifts. Goes wild. His nose twitches. Nostrils flaring. He smells it. Damon's fresh temporary mark on my skin. The scent another male left on his supposed mate. Whatever fragile control he'd maintained shatters.

I practically purr. “Do you know what your scent is to her?” she asks. Shit! “No.” “Well, to me, you have a woodsy scent, so you could go that route if they have it, or just go with something light and airy that would mix well with your woodsy scent.” “Okay,” I say, collecting the candles and putting them in the basket. “Is this a human store?” she asks. “No, it’s by the Academy.” “Okay then, strawberries and champagne. If they have chocolate covered strawberries, even better, if she likes chocolate.”

HAILEE. I woke up to the familiar scent of Sebastian lingering around me, but when I opened my eyes, I realized he wasn't here. The scent of Sebastian was a complex and captivating aroma that penetrated the air and lingered in the room long after he had left. It was a potent blend of musk and cedarwood, intertwined with the subtle notes of fresh pine and earthy undertones that seemed to evoke a sense of wildness and danger. The scent was powerful, yet alluring, drawing me in like a moth to a flame, tempting me with its primal essence. As I breathed in his scent, I felt a surge of desire that sent shivers down my spine, leaving me longing for more of this intoxicating fragrance. It was as if

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past her, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Moni didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungsful of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

"Don't be upset. That young lady just joined the pack. She's a bit of a perfectionist, and she doesn't even listen to me. "She's got quite the personality," he added with a smile. When we got home, he suddenly leaned in and kissed my cheek. I didn't pull away. From the back seat, Joy suddenly said, "Mom, Ms. Sophia smells like Dad." Ethan's smile froze. I forced a calm reply: "Of course she does. Your father's scent would be on his car. It has nothing to do with Ms. Sophia." "Oh." Joy nodded, not fully understanding. I got out to pick her up, trying to stay composed even though my stomach was churning.

But in the end, a kind sales lady who stuffed the coffee beans in front of his nose finally found what he was looking for. “Oh! You have a fine taste,” she exclaimed in her heavily accented voice. “Suede Pony is a very unique scent. It takes a certain man to be able to carry the scent well. We’ve only managed to match the scent to three customers so far. And we’re the only one selling this brand!”

And sure enough, Jefferson lay back on Hugo's chest. But Jefferson already realized that there was something strange, Homer's breathing sounded weird, and for some reason, instead of feeling happy, Jefferson felt annoyed. The annoyance emanated from a familiar, malevolent aura, Jefferson winced, and instead of the refreshing smell of sandalwood, he smelled a foreign cologne. His hunch was telling him that something was wrong, which made Jefferson unable to go back to sleep, he got up again, but this time he opened his eyes. And how surprised Jefferson was when he saw Hugo smiling lecherously at him with his hands still perched on Jefferson's waist.