روايات وقصص ضمن Scented Doll

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.”

Still, immediately I can tell that somebody dug out the hole going to my den more and it looks like somebody somehow made the rose bushes move over that were blocking the den from view. Sniffing around, I notice that unknown scent that the wolves mentioned earlier. It has a floral undertone to it that I cannot quite place. Almost like roses but as if something were wrong with the roses. Padding over to the opening to my den, I stick the tip of my nose inside to sniff around. Somebody definitely went in there but I do not think anyone is there now. Dante walks over as I prepare to take a look inside. All that I had left behind was a little doll that my father had given me shortly before they

With determination, she was finding the perfect doll and buy it. To Denise, the air smelled like dried flowers from a by-gone era. The shop looked like it smelled. With doilies on the tables and shelves, flowered wallpaper and wainscotting. Even a couple of Persian rugs on the shiny oak floors. Denise wandered around looking at the dolls individually, while Benjamin went straight to a display of teddy bears. There were fifteen to twenty, and everyone was different. He quickly found a bear wearing a sailor’s suit and cap. It’s brown fur, and black button eyes and nose were the hallmarks of a traditional bear. “What do you think, Denise? This one?”

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past him, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Dell didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungfuls 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

“It’s nothing. I’m just asking casually. He is also a perfumer. I didn’t expect you to know him since you’re not from our circle.” Alexander pondered further on her words as he watched her go to the bathroom. He felt that something was out of place. He wondered what Lily meant when she said he was not from their circle. It made him feel excluded. He glanced around and saw two new wood-carved dolls that were never around before. The dolls were smiling happily and looked pleasing to the eyes. He got up and picked one of them up. He could smell a faint fragrance of wood from it. Lily saw him holding her spoils of war when she got out of the washroom and said proudly, “Do you like it? I have goo

That is my job. “This one here has natural undertone, it’s a female, but the surrounding scents, for one, flank her perfectly. There’s no way that is natural. They also have a chemical undertone to them. The scent has been preserved, really well, and it is being let off near her to make it look like a team is running through here, when it’s just her.”

Allen didn't like it at all, but since it was Ohm Cafe, she wore it anyway. "Hello, they're gorgeous. It smells lovely in here...or is that just your scent?" Seth purred. Every Omega had a unique scent. To some people, their scent smelled heavenly, and to others, it smelled horrible. It depended on the person. However, to most people, Allen's scent was on the heavenly side. She smelled like Vanilla with chocolate chip cookies, along with the smell of rain. To some people, it would sound weird that those things would smell good together, but they did.

"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.

This mix of scents was kind of nice and not at all overpowering to the senses. “You’re early, Oliver,” piped the hobbit-sized woman manning the counter toward the back of the shop. “Don’t you have school?” “Called in sick, Dolores,” Ollie replied genially. “Got my order ready?” “Of course, I did,” the frizzy-haired, glasses-wearing florist replied. “I know it’s an important day for you.” Dolores disappeared underneath her counter and came back up moments later with a white box in her hands big enough to nearly cover the entire upper half of her body.