Scented Doll Novels & Stories

She turned to me and asked, "What’s your name, dear? What do you do?" I offered a polite smile. "Lily. I’m an intern at Zen Company." Her brows lifted slightly. "Zen? That’s one of our partner companies. You work under me, then. Better behave, young lady." I laughed softly. "I’ll be sure to stay on my best behavior." She chuckled, then pulled out a small vial from her purse. "Here. Try this perfume—it’s called Mystic Dew. It’s my favorite." The sweet fragrance was almost hypnotic. I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, momentarily enchanted. But before I could respond, my eyes caught a flash of movement.

What kind of trick is this crafty creature playing? The scent is incredibly strong now, almost overwhelming him with its beauty. For werewolves, scent is everything, and he experiences lovely aromas every day. Nothing, however, equals this beautiful emanation that makes his head spin with giddy pleasure. He feels as if he is close. Suddenly, the scent becomes bittersweet, a sharp note corrupting the melody. Fear and terror penetrate the scent, obliterating the sweet quality and polluting the smell he craves. Now a sinister stench fills the air, and the terror the creature feels fills it as well.

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at once. I'd been walking through the pack grounds when I heard the engines. Three black SUVs rolling up the main road. Everyone stopped to watch. Royalty doesn't visit small packs like ours often. The door of the middle SUV opened. He stepped out. And I smelled him. Pine. Rain. Earth after a storm. The scent hit me so hard I actually stumbled. Sable went completely still. Not scared. Just... certain. Mate, she whispered. I stood there frozen while he scanned the crowd. His eyes passed right over me. No recognition. No pause. Nothing.

Lucien shoved me in first, then slid in beside me, Kael got Theo in the back pulling him across his lap. Lucien drove, tires screeched. In the back seat, Theo was shaking violently. sweat beaded on his forehead, his scent was overwhelming, heat , raw. It almost made Kael and Lucien lost control. Kael's face went White. "Rian," he called voice tight. "Do something." I reached back, grabbing Theo's hand. my own scent slipped out-controlled, careful, Enigma pheromones is meant to soothe and can also be very dangerous.

Whatever fragile control he'd maintained shatters. He blocks my path. Growls low and dangerous. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea! You're my Mate! Mine!" I laugh. Actually laugh at the absurdity. "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile, stepping back. "Didn't I reek of Wolfsbane? Didn't my very existence make you sick?" Damon approaches. Removes his mask with deliberate slowness. The face he reveals is devastating. Perfect bone structure. Otherworldly beauty. Those violet eyes cold as winter stars.

The warm breath condensed into a small puff of white mist in the cold air, vanishing in an instant. He extended his slender fingers, carefully picking up the incense sticks from the offering table. The incense was specially made, black in color, and when lit, it did not emit the usual fresh scent but instead released a thick, sweet, and bloody smoke that made him cough twice. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, but he dared not wipe them away, letting them slide down his cheeks, afraid that such an action would be seen as disrespectful by the divine doll before him.

it is also wearing a blue hat with lines, rainbow the color of the lines. "That's it," I pointed to the doll. "It's only two thousand, you have the one thousand." He nodded and told the woman at the cashier what I wanted. He took it and handed it to me. I quickly hugged it when I got it, it was soft and fragrant, it didn't smell new and it didn't smell old. "What perfume is this, sister?" I laughed at the cashier question while pointing at the doll. "No ma'am, she's just being put on perfume." He also laughs answer.

“ Not alright! I understand... “ I didn't let him finish his sentence and he made me leave his office, with shame on my face. Of course he wasn't going to go out with me, where he was in his head when I thought I might have a chance with a man like him. Handsome, successful and educated, it was obvious that I had no chance with him. I got out of there as quickly as I could and went back to my china shop. I take my small notebook where I take notes, trying to distract myself and forget the embarrassment I just went through. A girl walks in, with blonde hair and Japanese features like me, she stares at me for a few seconds. “ Good afternoon! “ I say closing the block and getting closer. “ How