Scent Of Revenge Chinese Drama の小説・ストーリー

He stood behind me wrapping his arms on my waist. I flinched as he rested his head on my shoulder inhaling the scent of my hair. "This wasn't the way I planned things to be, making you marry me wasn't part of my revenge plan.” He whispered into my ears as he bit my ear lobe. My eyes widened at this statement. He…. He was doing this for revenge? Why? What did I do to him? Did he have something against my father before he died and was that the reason why he was doing this to me?

Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name. The scent of him clung to the sheets—expensive cologne and sin. Panic shot through me. What had I done? Silently, I gathered my things, my heart hammering with every rustle of fabric. I didn’t dare look back as I slipped out the door Maybe I had escaped. Maybe he would forget me as quickly as I planned to forget him. Little did I know fate had its own way of branding souls—and this stranger would be the beginning of my nemesis and my most dangerous desire.

Only after a long hesitation did she finally pull the sheet back as she gritted her teeth. The body beneath the sheet was burned black. The face was charred beyond recognition, but the diamond watch on the corpse's wrist still gleamed brightly. The color immediately drained from Magnolia's face. Her trembling hand reached for the watch, and the moment she saw the "K&M" engravings, she lost all her strength as she collapsed to the floor. Robin rushed forward to help her up as everyone else around them trembled even harder, not daring to raise their heads. "That was... the token of love I gave Kayden..." As Magnolia spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks. She had not even had time to accept that

I walked through the entrance wearing a deep blood-red velvet gown—so dark it appeared almost black in the shadows, yet blazed a searing red under the lights. The cut was sharp, tailored to perfection, exuding dangerous elegance. Tiny diamonds scattered across the fabric caught the light, sparkling like whispered warnings. I picked red. As It was the color of unyielding determination—a deliberate declaration: I would be seen, and retribution was inevitable. Heads turned instantly. Conversations stalled. People whispered. Good. Let them watch. I lifted my chin and pushed deeper into the crowd, my heels clicking with quiet confidence. This time, Drake wouldn’t be celebrating a birthday.

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

"Yes, you’re finished!" Yang Xiao remained unmoved! Park Junxian screamed and struggled in the wok. It was hot and slippery so it was useless no matter how hard he tried! His screams gradually disappeared in the boiling oil pot. Boiling oil bubbled! The smell of meat permeated the air! In the end, it turned into a charred fragrance! A burnt smell! Almost everyone who smelled this scent could feel their chests and stomachs churning! Yang Xiao sat down next to Ling Yingxuan and said, "Yingxuan, how are your injuries?"

he asked. Biting her lip, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to recall the moments before she woke. Then it came back to her. The scent. “There was this scent in my dream,” she said slowly. “For some reason, it had a powerful effect on me. The moment I smelled it, I started feeling better.” “My lady,” the doctor said gently, “the pain in your chest is caused by the absence of your mate. And the scent that restored your strength... belonged to your mate.”

Logan’s voice was respectful and formal. As we walked down the long, polished corridors of the Roux estate, I felt a flicker of unease. I wasn’t sure if it was the imposing architecture or the looming negotiations, but something felt off. That was when I caught it—the scent. My body froze momentarily. It was faint but unmistakable, lingering in the air like a cruel memory. That scent. The scent that had been seared into my soul. It flooded me with memories, my heart racing as if I had run straight into the past. Shenaya. My pulse quickened as I fought the overwhelming urge to break into a sprint, I wanted to chase the scent I had spent years searching for, but I couldn't. Not here. Not yet.

“The antidote. I can’t… I can’t breathe.” “You little friend burnt down my club and killed Mr. Green. I was still generous enough to give you an audition to make some money for my loss but somehow, my client wound up dead. Tell me, Ren, why should I give you a single drop of life?” Mr. Scar crosses one leg over the other, seeming calm, but his pheromones make Soren's knees weaker; he feels like passing out because with each breath he draws in, he breathes in the alpha domineering pheromines and the coldness seeping through his body from the poison is not helping either. “I’ll do anything,” Soren begs, letting out a shaky breath. No matter what happens, he has to survive. It's the only way he

Sumico inhaled the fresh honey mint masculine scent into her nose. “No, of course not, Darling… As I’ve said before… Not seeing and meeting you even for just one day, I can’t stand it already. Were you really to go from my side, I can’t fancy what would occur to me. I’m not brave enough to think of that; I don’t even have any guts to think of that. Thus, I then realize that it was absolutely impossible that you’d put the red orpiment into the traditional Chinese soup you cooked and served for me.” Virando also inhaled the sweet tropical strawberry scent into his nose.