Scents Of Season の小説・ストーリー

Being this close, I can’t help but notice the unique scent that clings to her, a personal fragrance that’s unmistakably hers. The smell of her shampoo is rich and enticing, a delightful blend of sweet vanilla and exotic pomegranate, intertwined with a subtle undertone of the alcohol from the night’s festivities. It’s a striking combination, leaving a lingering impression in my senses.

"I want to kill that asshole right when it licked its lips and said she deserved this because she cheated on him. I didn't hesitate. But it got me thinking afterwards...." "Of what?" She sighed as I rest my cheek on her chest. She smelled of cologne and the outside. I loved how you could tell what season it was just by breathing in the fresh air. Each of the four seasons had its own unique scent and to this day, as old as I was, it still fascinates me.

It was the scent. Thick and sweet, yet sharp like fresh rain cutting through summer heat. It wrapped around me, filling every corner of the suite, sinking into my skin. I inhaled deeply, eyes shutting again, letting it soak into my lungs. Gods, it was intoxicating like crushed wildflowers mixed with the deep musk of cedar and something else... something electric. Almost like ozone right before a storm breaks. I groaned softly, rolling onto my back. Did Eleanor change her soap? Or maybe a new cream? Whatever it was, I needed to tell her to stick with it. This scent, this serenity it quieted the noise in my chest in a way nothing else ever had.

he spoke gently. She hummed pleasantly in his arms. His scent of a salty ocean breeze with a tangy twist of orange and sandalwood entrapped her more than ever. At the thought of Brendan’s scent, Reynard’s also entwined in her nostrils – clary sage, wild berries and green tea. Surprisingly, their scents mixed beautifully together, which made her body suddenly heat up, starting at her cheeks and moving down her chest, through her stomach, lower and lower…

Samira stood in the sterile, brightly lit perfume production room, her senses assaulted by the pungent scents of various floral extracts and essential oils. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of roses, the sharp tang of citrus, and the earthy undertones of sandalwood. Yet, to her dismay, she could barely discern the delicate nuances of the fragrances she was supposed to be working with.

The honeysuckle notes in her scent intensify, sweetening the air in anticipation. Sebastian pauses outside, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He can smell her through the wood—that intoxicating blend of honeysuckle and amber that's been haunting him since this morning. His wolf paces restlessly beneath his skin, still unsatisfied despite their earlier encounter. The memory of her taste lingers on his tongue. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before turning the knob. When he steps inside, his storm-gray eyes immediately find hers, the connection between them almost audible in its intensity.

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to decipher the enigma that lay beneath his charismatic exterior. A soft breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it a faint scent of summer flowers. It mingled with his intoxicating cologne, creating a symphony of fragrances that whispered promises of passion and adventure. I inhaled deeply, trying to imprint every nuance of his scent in my memory.

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

Curious that this has sunk into my brain, which I fully well still have, Edward interrupts me from my thoughts, “I can see you are considering it. Why don’t you try it? Pick up a scent and see whom it leads you to.” My voice echoes over the crowd of patrons in the bar as I laugh at Edward’s remark, “This is absurd, we sound like animals prowling.” “But is that not what we do Sebastian? We prowl at night, if not to feed then why not for a different form of pleasure?” I know that I stand defeated and agree to entertain him for a moment “Alright then, there is no harm in trying.” I close my eyes and focus all my senses. There is a unique smell coming from across the room that draws my attention

he probably, I shook my head not wanting to think of the possibility that he might have been with Selena, but now that Selena's marked, I can't smell her scent, I clenched my jaw tight irked by that fact, it's upsetting, it's unfair how Chris is the only person who could perceive her scent, I want to be able to Inhale her too, her peach scent, mixed with the scent of snow and lavender, but the scent of peaches was strong and overwhelming making it hard to detect the other scent mixed with it. I turned towards the cold body of the dead wolf but to my surprise, it wasn't who thought it was unlike the assassin I was chasing, he had a leather pheromone scent but this scent was different, at firs