Sinful Perfume Anchor Blue Novels & Stories

She retorted. “Would you have preferred her showing up on time stinking like that? Of course not. So, she had to shower again and scrub her body to get the smell off." Kim explained. Next, she grabbed the shampoo bottle. She flips the lid to the box over and squirts out the shampoo on it. The blue shampoo. Jax tightened his jaw. "Evidence B. Raine's shampoo. Yes boys, that is blue permanent dye! No boys it's not supposed to be in her shampoo. Jax already knew that.

Now they know that their stupid Alpha cannot tame me. “But she looks really pretty in that,” another said. I frowned. “Yes the blue really brings out the color of her eyes and her hair…my gosh she looks like a sea goddess,” another said. I almost yelled. That was not the plan! I am trying to humiliate Alexandro not to look pretty! I however continued to walk to Alexandro. I hoped that he would detest the sight of me once he sees me. He is a man who respects traditions so surely he would hate the fact that I had chosen to wear blue instead of white.

“Bring out the blue.” The two assistants scrambled backward in fear. One of them accidentally knocked over a heavy metal hanger, creating a loud clattering sound before they quickly dragged the massive pink dress out of sight. They hurried back toward the racks and brought forward a sky blue gown. It had a wide, puffy skirt and a high, stiff satin collar that looked tightly structured. Madame Vivienne pulled a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her sweating forehead, her breath coming in short gasps. “This one,” Madame Vivienne said, her voice shaking as she gestured to the blue fabric. “It is modest. It covers the neck completely, which is perfect for protecting the scent glands f

Lethal even in a thoroughly corporate way. Before I left the restroom, I reached into my designer leather tote bag and pulled out a small amber glass atomizer. It was a custom-blended, silver-infused chemical perfume I bought from a rogue alchemist on the dark web for an exorbitant price. It smelled faintly of sharp lavender and synthetic metal. One spray on my wrists, one on my throat. The silver compounds in the liquid instantly bonded with my skin, creating a chemical block that completely suppressed my supernatural pheromones. To any passing shifter, I wouldn't even smell like an omega, I would smell like cold dead plastic and office paper.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Flipping my hair to the other side, I sipped my wine. They were allowed to look as long as they could. They could drool over my face and body. But they will never taste me. Not unless I chose them. Especially Alpha Redd. I will ensure he always has a boner when he sleeps beside me, and all he can do is fantasize about me. I put the glass on the table and leaned back. I smelled sex, sweat, and cigarettes. I tried to disregard it to no avail. I can still smell their arousal directed toward me—disgusting bastards.

​Torture and triumph, the two emotions warred constantly, tightening the knot beneath my ribs until it felt like a steel vise. ​Riguel Earnhardt looked exactly as I had analyzed him, successful, impeccably dressed in a suit that cost more than my first year of law school tuition, and radiating an effortless, dangerous competence. His scent, the familiar, intoxicating mix of cedar, snow, and Alpha power, was a brutal assault on my senses. I had layered my disguise with a specific, unscented perfume, a tactic Killian had made me addicted to, but even that couldn't block the pheromonal tug of the mate bond.

I look the other way entirely, wanting to distract myself from the conversation, I begin pulling at the weed growing around us and spot a peculiar blue plant. It stands out to me and I immediately recognize it from the herb book I had found a day before. “I know this leaf.” I say, pulling it out of the earth and holding it up to the light for confirmation and Ivan to see it. “It’s called Blue Angel.” I start the moment Ivan’s eyes show interest in it. “The power from this plant can be used as a highly potent truth serum that could destroy the human mind if doses aren’t regulated.” “Sounds kind of sketchy. Why’s that growing here?”

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

I replied, meeting her eyes through the mirror. She didn’t soften. Didn’t even pretend to. Instead, she reached for the small velvet box beside my perfume tray. Inside it was my medicated scent patch — the luxury kind, designed to regulate pheromones during high-society events so no one lost control or showed weakness in front of senior families. She peeled it open, pressed it behind my right ear, her fingers lingering just long enough to make sure it sealed properly. “This batch is stronger,” she said. “Don’t remove it until the final toast. You don’t want fluctuations around the Alpha families.”