Smell Panties Novels & Stories

Three princes. One mate. A curse that leaves her weakened and vulnerable. Rejected under the full moon and cursed, Jasmine is left smell-blind, unable to detect the scent of the world around her. When she gets the opportunity to go to Ivory Spire, she takes the chance without looking back! But there three royal princes enter her life, claiming she is theirs! In a world where smell is one of the way to know a true connection, how can Jasmine believe them when she cannot smell them at all? She was broken by one rejection, now three princes are determined to claim her, and they won't stop until she believes them. But she isn't just running from heartbreak. A dark mystery surrounds the night she was cursed...

There are many people who have met Ciara, each with a different impression of her. However, they all agree on describing Ciara as follows: She is a beautiful person. She is like a princess who doesn't care about life. She is like a graceful flower always emitting a inviting fragrance. She has a scent that arouses the hunger of those who smell it. She is like an item that everyone wants to possess. She is like a dish that everyone craves. She is a deadly poison if anyone dares to touch her. If one day you happen to smell a fragrance that arouses your instinct to hunt, I have two pieces of advice for you: first, control yourself; second, if you are not the chosen one, run away, because otherwise all that awaits you is a painful death.

My daughter, Elise Dolton, got sick, so I rushed over to take care of her. The moment I stepped inside, a rotten stench hit me right in the face, so I offered to help clean the place up. Her roommates' faces dropped right away. "What smell, Mrs. Dolton? The place is fine." "If you think it's such a dump, then have Elise move out. Don't come in here acting like you're better than all of us. We're not putting up with that!" Even Elise shoved me impatiently. "If you’re here to visit, then just act like it. Stop making a scene and embarrassing me, okay?” They were all college roommates, splitting rent on a run-down unit in an old complex. When I went in, I noticed them gathered around a pot of spicy stew. The room was thick with steam and smoke, but it still couldn't cover that awful stench. Strangely, none of them seemed to notice it. Had something gone wrong with my sense of smell? That night, the smell was so overwhelming that I couldn't fall asleep. In the end, I realized the odor was coming from Elise herself. I hurried her into the bathroom and scrubbed her down over and over, but the smell didn't fade at all. It stayed just as strong. With no other option, I called a cleaner, planning to disinfect the entire place inside and out. But Elise's roommates felt offended and started arguing with me. In the chaos, someone shoved me. My temple slammed into the sharp corner of the coffee table, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I first walked through the door. The stench rushed at me all over again...

Shiloh is an Dominant Omega in a world where he lives, Dominant Omega and Dominant Alpha only born among the elite. So when his dad sold him off to a " Madam," everyone took advantage of him. Shiloh went through a lot until he met Gruvv, a dominant alpha. Gruvv's got his own problem, he can't smell pheromones because of his depression. He was never in a rut again, and his family was always trying to get him to smell pheromones again. Gruvv is the new head of the DHURUDATTA family, which is a mafia family. They were the reason Shiloh's father ran away, he had a lot of debts. Gruvv went after Shiloh's father and took Shiloh as a hostage.

"Leave my office, Fremantle," he snapped me out of my dazed state and feeling my cheeks redden due to unshed tears, embarrassment and built up anger, I picked my dress and panties and then turned to go. "Wear the dress, Fremantle." "You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'm generous, so I think everyone should get a share." I said and then walked out of his office. He didn't stop me. But five steps later, I heard his voice over the house speaker. "All security exit the third floor immediately." ** Fremantle had never met anyone like him before. He was the direct opposite of her, the type of men her mother warned her about. But how could she stay away from a man who made her panties wet on the first day? She really should've listened to her mother.. Eron never imagined someone like her existed. He wanted her as his, but he also had a feud to take care of against her family. Which would dominate in the end? Love or Vendetta? R 18+

If the devil wears a suit... Has a permanent frown... Wet panties left and right.. Expect perfection from everyone... Well then, that's my boss. And today is not my day. It's never your day when you get called to his office. But an even worse day when he broodingly asks you to marry him. And apparently, no is not an answer he will take. So, does that mean I am now supposed to call my devil of a boss my pumpkin boo?

Amy was the hard-to-get girl, genius, pretty serious Omega who is yet to turn eighteen and just wants to live a normal life more human... And there is Jeremy, who boasts to have smelled every girl's panties in school, and who thinks he can play with every girl he meets, until he meets Amy, who hates him totally, she can't stand the cocky, yet sinfully handsome basketball champ. But then she turns eighteen, and that jerk, Jeremy Coleman,is her mate.

"S-Stop it! You guys are far too big for me! I can't handle you at all!" In the dark slums, a few impoverished men have me lifted in mid-air. I can feel four pairs of rough, callused hands parting my slender legs, revealing my panties. "And here you are, pretending to be pure and innocent! Look at how wet you are right now! You must be yearning for our touch, right?" After that, the men rip off my damp panties before pinning me down…

"N-No! F-Four is too much for me! I won't be able to handle them!" In a midnight bus ride, four of my husband's work colleagues have me pinned down on a seat. Soon, I feel my legs getting wrenched apart by force. The man standing before me takes off his belt before whipping it across my perky butt heavily. "Spread your legs! Women like you are meant to give us pleasure!" After that, he tears my soaked panties off my body.

"S-Stop… If you keep spreading my legs, I'll get hurt…" On the subway, three muscular guys spread my legs roughly while I try to stop them the best as I can. The man standing in front of me suddenly draws out his belt and ties my hands with it. "Stay put! Sluts like you are born to give us pleasure!" Then, he spreads my legs once again before ripping my soaked panties off my body.