Scorpia X Perfuma Novels & Stories

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Before I could assess more, Xander helped me into my seat, holding my hand as I lowered myself onto the elegant furniture. I flinched slightly as I pressed my bare back against the throne. I could make out the intricate carvings etched into it. It was absolutely breathtaking. The carvings were mostly symbols that marked just how powerful the Deathshade pack was and how powerful their royals were. Like I said, I did my research. Xander stood in front of me, facing the still bowing crowd. The music stopped abruptly. “You may rise” he ordered and everyone straightened. “Thank you all for coming here.” His loud voice boomed all around the quiet hall, jerking me out of my thoughts.

Liora leaned closer to me, her perfume light “You’ve been so generous with the new collection, darling. Securing that runway slot on short notice… Seraphina’s work deserves it.” “She deserves it,” I said, thumb tracing Liora’s knuckles. “Talent like hers shouldn’t be wasted.” Seraphina crossed her ankles, fighting the ache. I sent another text. Don’t clench. Feel me dripping out of you. Think about how I’m going to bend you over the first private corner I find tonight and fill you again. This time she read it under the cover of adjusting her seatbelt. Her lips parted on a silent exhale. When she looked up, defiance and desperate need warred in her eyes, she set the phone down.

said Amanda casually. "I'm just worried. If you need something just say, I'll grant it!" said Darko. Amanda smiled crookedly, "Are you sure you will grant whatever my request?" Darko nodded. "Get away from me. I can't stand the smell of your perfume. Oh, gosh! I'm so sick, you smell so bad," Amanda hurried off to the bathroom. Darko stood there while kissing the shirt he was wearing. He didn't smell anything bad, the perfume he wore was also high-end perfume which cost tens of dollars.

“This is my mate mark, which I share with King Dominic, but I am still a werewolf!” She then shifts into her red wolf, she shakes out her fur and then lets out a loud howl. A few minutes later I see two males come out of the woods with a change of clothes for Queen Seraphina, one of the males looks at Scarlett and she looks at him, that must be her mate Phoenix but no one knows about them yet so he is just the second. Just then, the wind blows by me and in that wind is the most intoxicating scent I have ever smelt. It is the same scent that was stale at the clan house. Cora is jumping up and down in my head, yelling,

The moment I stepped foot in my room, I was hit with the scent of his perfume, and I shivered in fear as I realized that it was not the same scent as Felix. I may be just a designer, but it’s always been my hobby to explore and get the different tastes and scents of many things. Felix perfume is a designer's perfume while this other one is a cheap replica. I’m guessing their shoes and jeans are just slightly alone too, it could be that he is trying to imitate Felix and have the same thing he has. Or maybe my mind is just trying to mess with me. Maybe my mind is coming up with this explanation so I don’t get to hate Felix for putting me through something like this.

The scent that nearly got me laughed off the boardroom table was now a phenomenon. My new perfume line—Reborn—had sold out within hours. There were hashtags, video reviews, influencers gushing over the fragrance, and magazines were calling it “the essence of power reborn,” or "the Luna's tears in a bottle." But none of it mattered as much as the message beneath it: the Palemane Claws Pack was back. And so were her people. The scent that nearly got me laughed off the boardroom table was now a phenomenon. Oli launched herself into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. "This is it, Vicky! We did it! You did it."

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

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As for returning to the place of the party again, it became a ruin, Perla, who could not bear the whispers of the people around her, and her endless anger at Astraea, made her literally turn that party into ruins, destroying it and making that decoration rubbish unfit for any use She moved deeper into the forest, as she cursed Astraea within, afraid that Xavier would be affected by the bond, and restore Astraea to the life she had, before her parents died. "Impossible, impossible, i will never let you live happy, you should die, you should never feel comfortable in your life." Perla said angrily, cursing everything around her But she was surprised by the color of the moon changing to bloody,