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

Su Ren Yue looked at the scene in front of her, her face slightly startled, and with a wave of her hand, she whisked up a piece of clothing on the ground and hitched it on top of Nging Xiang's notyetcooled corpse. "Good heavy grievances ......" Xiao Chuan frowned tightly, walked to the side of Shen Xunhan's corpse, squatted down and was about to check the memory, but Shen Xunhan suddenly raised his head all of a sudden at once, his eyes were glowing red, his body was full of grievances, and he was obviously no longer a living person. "Revenge ...... Revenge ...... killed Yuan Tiancheng ......" Shen Xunhan looked at Xiao Duan and did not know what he touched out and handed it to him, then the

I sense something coming from a far but my ear is so sharp to hear the sound of the footsteps. I hasten my steps and my blood still dropping on the ground. The thing gets closer and then I whiff his scent. It’s him. A wild smirk comes across my lips and I halts my step and turn to wait for him while he approach me. He is getting closer, causing his scent to get stronger and it’s awful. He smells of so much of revenge that it wants to make the back of my throat sting. Puke.. in fact die.. “ Ugh.. who do we have here?” he grins, when he smiles, that’s when I get to see blood all over his teeth. He had bitten someone..

Though she didn't really have much hope that Elie would tell all the truth, she still wanted to give it a try. Suddenly her over-sensitive nose senses a sweet smell, floating around her. Scarlett closed her eyes, trying to identify the smell. One of her talents is that she could sense various smells and identify them to a degree. "A sweet tea scent with some mild aromatic flowers." She murmured. Her brows furrowed together more deeply when she detected the actual scent. "Red Ginseng!" Scarlett knew this Korean element and smelled it once in her school, so she knew the scent only. No other ideas of how it works.

a soft voice said from behind me. I turned to see a woman dressed in a blue gown with gold flowered designs, her long black hair falling to her shoulders, pinned back with two gold clips to keep it neat. I couldn’t deny she was beautiful. "Yeah," I mumbled, looking back at the picture. She stepped closer and stood beside me, her eyes focused on the painting too. “This is called Scent of a Memory. It tells the story of a young woman from the Qing dynasty who made perfume from flowers in her garden. Each bottle held a special memory of someone she loved. This painting shows the last perfume she made, one that reminded her of a man she never saw again.”

He wipes his eyes quickly, but it doesn’t help. His fingers tremble, and when he touches the incense again, he feels a sting in his chest. It’s the scent that does it—the sweet, subtle fragrance of chestnut and vanilla. The same smell from the memory, the same scent Amanda wore when she stood in the sunlight, laughing. It’s her scent. She’s here, with me, in this room. But then, the grief hits him full force. She’s not here. The thought is like a slap. She’s gone.

A faint, cold, familiar scent brushed against my senses. My entire body went rigid. At first, I thought I was imagining it—fatigue playing tricks on me—but then it came again, stronger this time. The crisp, rain-washed scent sliced through the cardamom and oakmoss that marked my own scent. Rain-Washed Stone... tinged with sharp bergamot and a deep undertone of vetiver. Cassandra Vale. The scent I’d spent years trying to forget. The scent that once meant betrayal—now hitting me like a slap followed by a wave of lethal warmth.

Natalie looked at him sharply. "If you burn someone in the fire of revenge and get your own hands burned, it is not called revenge. Sweet revenge will be taken when the person you want to take revenge on burns in the fire with a fiery flame and you enjoy watching it from a distance. When you hear that person's desperate pleas for survival, you will feel the real taste of revenge. The more patient you are with taking your revenge, the sweeter the results of revenge will be. We should not be impatient," Lucian said. Hearing Lucian's words, Natalie felt that Lucian was trying to tell her something indirectly.

And he became so enraged that he was not sure himself that if he'll gonna kill her. He instantly took hold of her throat and pushed her to the wall with all the force that her head collided with the wall and started to ache. While the strong hold on her throat was making it difficult for her to breath. Her eyes almost popped out and her face turned blue due to the lack of oxygen. While he gritted his teeth in rage and was definitely planning to kill her. But then he thought that it will be the least punishment to kill her at once. She should suffer for all of her life and beg him herself for death. Only then she can realize what sin she has committed. She thought she was dying, the only thin

"What exactly do you want? Won't you be satisfied until you drive Celeste to her death?" The disappointment and disgust in his eyes pierced through me like a needle, numbing my heart. I watched as the three of them surrounded Celeste, gently comforting her. And I stood there like an outsider. No, I was a dead person about to exit the stage. Dad, Mom, you've been deceived by Celeste's innocent face for so many years. Do you really believe she's really dying? My throat felt terrible. I suddenly turned around and started coughing violently. The tissue in my hand was instantly stained with specks of blood.

The scent of anticipation filled the air as we approached the confrontation, our hearts beating in unison, fueled by the fire of determination. The clash was fierce, our pack fighting with an unparalleled ferocity, their loyalty to one another serving as a shield against the chaos. Together, we overcame the rogue group, dismantling their plans and sending a clear message that we were not to be trifled with. In the aftermath, as we caught our breath and surveyed the victory, a sense of pride swelled within us. We had faced betrayal and emerged stronger. We had confronted a new threat and triumphed. Our pack, once wounded, had risen from the ashes, their spirits unyielding.