Scents Of Season Novels & Stories

And their raging hormonal scent made me want to puke. At least the people at the market place where mostly kids and elderly’s who had a tired and sour scent with all their day to day businesses which I could easily differ from Xenia’s. My eyes searched for the presence of a lilac dressed girl who was at this rate nowhere to be seen. There were other scents of omegas similar to her, flowers that I could easily guess. Marigolds, Mimosas, Peonies, Lily, Roses and other no-floral scents like citrus, vanilla, Pumpkin and what not.

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.

The wet sand slips between my toes, offering a small sense of reality amidst my fading sanity. Suddenly, my steps halt. The air around me abruptly changes. The atmospheric pressure feels heavy, as though the presence of something massive has just sucked out the oxygen here. My sense of smell, now ten times sharper due to the cracked seal, picks up a scent. It's a strong, cold aroma, mixed with an overwhelmingly dominant masculine fragrance. Cedarwood and musk. This scent has been tormenting me in my dreams for several nights. "Impossible..." I whisper, my heart pounding so hard it's painful.

But when she spoke, her voice trembled with frustration. “He can’t stand the smell of pheromones…” She paused before turning a furious glance at Mrs. Harris. “That girl did it on purpose!” "She deliberately released her pheromones to provoke him!" Mrs. Harris froze. "What are you talking about, Eloise?" Eloise gritted her teeth, her gaze burning with barely concealed jealousy. "Ryse. She knows perfectly well what she is. And she knows what she's doing. She waited until he was here to spread her scent and make him sick. She wants to manipulate him!" Nigel, still on his knees, raised his head slightly at these words. His eyes, clouded by pain and confusion, took on a cold gleam. "Manipulation.

“Count to 10 Shadow, and then walk around the room to identify the scents out loud and try to find me” As if finding her scent would be difficult. I breathe it as oxygen most days. I take deep breaths again and start to focus with Jace. I move over to the right as something is over there. It's sweet. As I take another deep breath, the scent takes on the form of green smoke in my head. I can feel the sweetness on my tongue. Apple. I take a few more steps and I'm overcome with a really rotten smell. I know it instantly as the Stilton cheese I saw earlier. I start to move away as it is overwhelming when Jace snaps in my mind.

Deeply. The scent of Kaelen filled her senses – a potent blend of pine and rain, overlaid with the faintest hint of ozone, the scent of untamed power. As she breathed him in, a shiver ran down her spine. She deliberately prolonged the scent to ensure she gets his real scent, and feel his heat, triggering her needs.

I say, fighting to keep my cool, though my face is threatening to betray me. Seb turns, taking my hand as he leads me back toward the Alpha house. He's sweaty and muddy from training, and his natural scent fills the air around us. It’s like the aftermath of a bonfire on a rainy day—smoky and earthy, with that fresh, clean hint that comes after the rain. But beneath it all, there's the tang of grapefruit, crisp and refreshing, cutting through the heavier notes. It's an irresistible mix, grounding yet invigorating, and I have to stop myself from breathing him in with every step.

"The jacket's a classic. And the regret? That's just... seasoning." She bumped her shoulder into mine, a playful nudge that sent a ripple of awareness through me—her body heat seeping through the thin fabric of her sweater, the faint scent of her shampoo, something herbal and wild, like crushed sage leaves after rain. "Seasoning? Nolan, you're turning brooding into a gourmet meal. Next you'll tell me the stare is for pairing with a good red wine."

He scented the need coming off his peers in waves. “Why can I smell them?” “You’ll smell everything. You’ll also notice that each emotion has a scent as well. Arousal, hate, greed, jealousy, fear, pain, it will all combine together. You’ve got to learn to keep focus and ignore the scents.” “How did you do it?”

I say as I peer through the boutique’s glass windows. I gently slide open the door and step inside, immediately hit by the thick scent of fabric, perhaps even too strong. My eyes sweep across the space before me. The senator's attire, which I had seen through the glass windows, was impressive, but these perfectly arranged outfits on the racks were breathtaking. Who’s here?" I call out. “Helloooo?" I repeat, this time with more irritation. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to Ere’s Scent." A soft, almost shy voice replies from somewhere in the boutique.