Scented Doll Novels & Stories

‘I think Mate is here, but it’s like mate is masked by other animal scents. ‘No shit, Sherlock, we are in a room full of werewolves! And Hazel has drowned herself in the most goddess-awful floral perfume AGAIN.’ I push him back to the back of my mind just as the most delicious and intoxicating scent of autumn spices goes by me in one fleeting moment, and then it’s gone. I spy around the ballroom, but it’s too dark to see anyone move from their seats at the tables. My heart begins to pound as the scent wants to pull me in the direction of a set of double doors near the back of the ballroom.

I mean, I deal with bad and dangerous folks day to day, so how tough can it be to win over a dumb six-year-old? "Fine, play but I'm not going. Anything else? The zoo?" "The zoo smells," Damon blows out. "It has animals," I groan. "What do you want?" L'Oreal scrunched up her little nose. "We want all animals to smell like roses. Just like my teddy bears.". I even mention that she has flower-scented stuffed animals because she keeps spraying them with Ky's perfume when nobody is watching, but I decide to keep my mouth shut, not wanting to pop her bubble of delusional thinking.

I’m seeing faint pale pink traces infusing into the air from her slumbering frame. And screw me when it hits my nostrils. ‘Is this...her scent?’ I rise in provocation, chest heaving, and biceps flexing with extreme tension. I flare my eyes to scorch her subtle body while growling at the back of my throat. The only wolves capable of scent emission are the Alpha and Omega types. For sure there’s no way this dainty doll is an Alpha. I reel back to sit on my heels as my tension levels out along with my realization.

INoah’s POV The smell of Gardenia incense was so thick in the Grand Ballroom that it felt like breathing through a wet silk veil. It was Doreen’s favorite scent, a sharp, cloying floral that lacked the wild, earthy sweetemphasisehe jasmine that used to define the Thorne estate. It was a civilized scent, she had told me, designed to mask the musk of the wolves that inhabited these halls. I stood on a raised dais, my arms extended like a sacrificial lamb, while three tailors from the Capital pinned a waistcoat of shimmering charcoal brocade to my frame.

"So you can hold me down and remind me who I belong to." His jaw flexed, his fingers tightening around the leather. "You want that, angel?" "I crave it." The second box. "The Gift of Smell." I leaned in, licking my lips slowly, watching his grip tighten. “This is my scent. The one I wear when I want you to lose control.” My voice was a whisper, thick with promise. “A mix of Roja Parfums – Roja Haute Luxe… and me.” His eyes snapped to mine.

As we walk by the stalls, with Cara telling her jokes and experience of where she has been for the almost a decade, a scent hit my nose. At the instant, I stop in my tracks while Cara stares at me dumbfounded, asking me what's wrong, but all I can focus on is this usually scent, a scent I have never perceived in my entire 700 years of living. The scent composing of hyacinth and Lily, with a mix of freesia, all mixed together in one, creating a strange yet, beautiful and unique scent. What is that? The scent intensifying, making me walk towards it on reflex all while Cara follows after me disturbed. "Alec what's wrong?" Cara asks worriedly but that doesn't stop me from walking towards where i

" * Pftt* ... By the way, why are you holding dolls? Was there like a sale out there or something and you discovered your creepy plangonologist side? What? Your girlfriend keeping you on a tight leash, so you're fucking dolls now?" ".... Ohhhh... Yeah, that's definitely it. You know I was really tempted with this one doll that was on sale because it really looks like you." "* Scoffs* Brat. There's no way they sell old man dolls, now do they?" " They do! It's called grandpa Galahad and it comes with 3 very kinky kinds of underwear. " " That's disturbing in so many ways. " V4 shuddered. I slowly hold one of the dolls really close to his face and wait. V4 turns to look at me and was shocked to

I couldn't wait for English class to give Celia back her clothes because the scent was driving me insane. There was the rich clove scent that all Moonless Night Pack members shared, but her specific scent was tart, citrusy and sweet honey. Her scent was amazing. I guess I had never gotten close enough to smell her before, because I would have sat closer to her just to inhale that delectable scent.

“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.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.