Scented Doll Novels & Stories

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

And then there was his scent. Fuck, his scent. We had been friends for long enough that I could pick his scent out of a crowd immediately, but lately? It had taken on an almost sweet undertone. Like an omega’s. An omega’s scent was one no alpha could ever get confused about. Though each person smelled different, it was always lighter. An almost vanilla or almond undertone. They made perfumes to try to replicate it in the big stores, selling them for thousands of dollars per bottle. Elias’s new scent could sell for hundreds of thousands.

Susanne rose from her seat and rushed over, enveloping me in a tight, warm embrace within the blink of an eye. "It's really you. I'm so sorry… please forgive me…" Her voice rang out, though I found myself momentarily lost in the familiar, comforting sensations—the warmth of her embrace, and the rich, inviting scent of gardenia and vanilla orchid that seemed to emanate from her. This scent was no stranger to me, as it was the very fragrance I had created and gifted to her on her birthday, back when I still owned my mother's company. The fragrance had been carefully tailored to capture the essence of Susanne's personality—a sophisticated and luxurious woman, yet with an underlying sense of com

"I smelt his scent... his Burning wood scent gives your werewolf scent a roasted hazelnut coffee smell and makes your vampire scent a dry froze midnight orchid smell.." I explain and he narrows his eyes indicating I needed to explain more than that, I groan at him giving him a summarised version.

One becomes two. Anderson- DAD AND ARI ARE STILL BUSY. EVERYONE ELSE IS HERE. DO YOU WANT TO JOIN US? Me- I DON’T WANT MY SCENT AROUND. I’LL STAY HERE AS LONG AS IT TAKES. Anderson- OKAY. I keep watching movies and I’m getting more and more bored. How much sex can the two of them have? Anderson- IT’S TIME! I grab the gift and head to the den. But the scent in the den. Who is that? So amazing. So sweet, clean, floral, but manly too.

Stepping out of the car, she dragged her suitcase out, as well as the bags of decorations she stopped to get at a supermarket. One of the mall attendants had assured her that scented candles were sure to bring back the spark of romance in the bedroom. Especially since things had gone a little sour between her and Charles. She hoped to surprise him with her arrival and maybe after a few rounds of makeup sex, things would bounce back to normal. That was why she reached for sandalwood, jasmine and vanilla, three scents that were known to be alluring. A few packets of red petals would hurt no one, she thought right before she snatched those right off the shelf.

before I learned the kind of attention it could attract. *** SAINT. I adjusted the cuffs of my black shirt, straightened the collar, and gave myself one last look in the mirror. I looked immaculate and lethal. To crown it all, I grabbed my perfume – Obsidian Sin by Sartieux. Ten thousand dollars a bottle. A scent banned in three packs for being too... distracting. I always say this... If they don't remember your name, they'll remember your scent. Before I speak, they'll smell me. And they'll know who owns the fucking room.

Taking a deep breath, I rose above his taunts, pushing the door open, pulling my case inside the old worn out B&B. I was out of luck, inside was worse! Swallowing my pride and frustration, I glanced around the room; China dolls, stuffed dolls, and antique dolls lined glass cabinets, shelves, and walls. There had to be more than a hundred of the nasty things. My eyes widened in shock. Feeling a body behind me just before hands pushed me forward and further into the reception room, I tensed as tingles spread through my body, he was too close, and it was unsettling! Turning to see my mystery 'helper' standing behind me, I opened my mouth to speak but was silenced by his incredible scent. It was

I took a deep breath and tried to push away the memories of the past. Still shaken by so many memories, I entered Sara's room and soon recognized her perfume in the air. Rose The One by Dolce&Gabanna . It had been a gift from me, the first Christmas we spent together. Since then she has never stopped using it. Matheus was putting her clothes in a suitcase. I smoothed out some discarded pieces on the bed and brought a T-shirt up to my nose. I breathed in my girl's scent and wished she was there, beside me. I asked Matheus to leave me alone and he said he was going to get some books from the shelf in the living room.

I can only sleep while holding it. The doll smelled faintly of champagne. It's peculiar. I'm not a drinker. How could it have such a strong odour? What worried me was that the scent was gradually fading away. I was afraid it would vanish, but all I could do was watch. In my notebook, I began to jot down the thoughts that came to me. If I don't write it down, I'll forget about it. [I'd like to scatter her ashes at sea.] [Yesterday, I dreamed of that heavenly garden, blooming alone above the rest.]