Novel & Cerita Scent Of Revenge Chinese Drama

My body is hot and cold, moving from anger to lust to fear. What is that smell? I know that smell. It smells like home. Vanilla, Anise, and Apple Blossoms with a touch of something stronger. Something irresistible. I could live in that scent, drown in it, roll around in it until I forget everything. Drawn to that smell like a beacon of hope, I follow it into the fog. Whoever belongs to that smell belongs to me. Mine. “Yes,” Sage finally speaks. “Mine.” I can see her up ahead. Her shoulders are hunched. She is so sad that the misery vibrates out from her in waves along with a sense of dread. I feel her pain as if it were my own and part of me wants to weep for her.

Pulling out the pork shoulder ,scallions and other ingredients Shen Xinyi started to cook at once . After two bowls of rice and porkshoulder Shen Xinyi felt contented picking up the bowls and throwing them in the dish washer . Shen Xinyi punched the last button this time she returned to where she actually stood but when she looked down she was throughly shocked! Her body became a human chameleon and blended in the forest surroundings wonderfully ! After trying all the three buttons Shen Xinyi felt as if she was in heaven The Gods not only gave her a second chance to get her revenge but he also gave her such a wonderful gift! With this bracelet it would be so easy for her to get what she want

she replied, her tone tinged with trepidation, giving me a sense that I might not like the results. "The scent initially matched Beta Soren's, but I had a suspicion it might be a setup. So, I double-checked and realised that the scent was predominantly on her discarded clothes, particularly the silk robe, which I've preserved as evidence. However, it wasn't as pronounced on her skin as it was on the robe," she explained. I attempted to maintain my composure because I couldn't fathom a scenario in which Soren would set me up like this. He had no reason to want me to expose myself and face arrest, especially when he had no ambition to become the Alpha. It struck me that someone else might be t

I had to endure all these if I wanted to get what I came here for: my revenge. I nuzzled into his neck, filling my nostrils with his familiar scent, a smell I loved before. Now, I was reminded of times when he had called me weird when I smelled him while rubbing my body against his. My hands ran over his shoulders, down into the deep cleft of his back. I gripped his waist and felt his nipples stiffen as I snaked upwards to feel his heartbeat. I knew just what to drive him mad, and I was determined to do more than that. By the time I was done with him, he would be chest-deep into this, and it would shatter him.

his tone was low and he looked like someone who didn’t understand what was happening. I knew he didn’t do anything to hurt me but my mind couldn’t stop playing the scene of Davina running her tongue and sucking my mark on his neck over and over again. I felt disgusted and jealous as I smelled her awful scent on him. He smelled like another woman. Davina’s scent?? This scent! Why was it different from her smell when she returned? Why does this scent of hers smelled familiar? Can someone has two different scent? I furrowed my eyebrows instantly. I was so sure I knew this scent........ but from where?

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

A small crack in the mask of the man who had thought he could own me. As he leaned closer, I caught the faint scent that had once driven me to weakness—cologne, expensive, intoxicating. My hand twitched, not to touch, but to remind myself I was not his. I inhaled, steadying my heartbeat, feeding the venom of revenge that pulsed through me.

It's pointless to hope for me to avenge their deaths because I'm a wimp. "Why can't I form that fireball again and kill all these evil men?" I sobbed bitterly, and then it crossed my mind that I had smelled a scent which triggered that power in me. Sandalwood with a citrus note. The smell of fresh earth and grass after it rains. Even as I ignored it, I felt a mate pull in the midst of all the pain scouring me. Now I crave that smell again, just one more time, so I'll save this innocent woman from dying for me.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

Kaidën Good. The smell of fear permeates the air, with both men shivering and staring at me. Even the smell of their fear is pungent, and irritating, like the smell of a rotten corpse, spreading all over. These men have done horrible things—things that have tainted their scent, and presence. "I just need you to take me to the dungeon." I say, evenly. Once they have taken me to the dungeon, I can dispose of them immediately, because their survival is impossible.