Scented Doll Novels & Stories

"I need you sharp tomorrow." Elias stood. Crossed to the door. Stopped with his hand on the frame. Didn't turn around. "Whatever you're planning for Raymond," he said quietly. "Don't leave anything standing." He left. Damien sat in the quiet office. Looked at the closed file on his desk. At forty three pages and the things Hale had said and the things Elias hadn't. Three years. A private lab. Olfactory neuroscience. Scent triggered attachment responses in individuals with heightened fixation psychology.

answered one of them, the one who guards at the front. "The Dead End?" he asked again. Jefferson gasped; they called the fabric shop The Dead End? A new piece of information. One of those that guard the right side nodded. "They sell those things. Chips, woo-woo, beast, fry daddy, and many more." Jefferson tightened his grip on his gun. He recognized all the names, and it was marijuana. "Have you ever gone there?" "Yeh, several times, but I don't like the place. It's messy."

"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.

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.]

Aurora's POV I was startled when the door to the study got pushed open, and the scent that hit me had my core clenching in a way I hated but have no control over. My body is behaving like it doesn't belong to me since I arrived at this pack, and I need to check that before it embarrasses me further than we have already gone. Why the hell is my core tightening? Enveloping and irresistible, his scent is a captivating blend of sandalwood, subtly infused with the essence of the woods he cherishes. This pure, masculine aroma possesses the power to command attention from any discerning nose. It makes females throw away their panties straight away.

Though he looked perplexed, he still did as he was told. Then, she lit some incense, letting the fragrance gradually spread through the air. Mom smiled and explained that it was aromatherapy incense that worked best when used together with her perfume. The idol trainee nodded. But the moment I caught the familiar scent, I quickly covered my nose. I knew that scent far too well. It was the sedative incense Mom bought. Half a year ago, I was kept awake by mosquitoes in my room. So I went to the storage room to look for some mosquito repellents.