Supernatural Perfume Hot Topic Novels & Stories

“Cancel all my appointments. And what is that in your hand?” “Oh, this is a sample perfume coming from the Scented Corp. Miss Nahzi said that it was not officially out on the market yet. She asked me to hand this to you so she would know your opinion about this product.” “Okay. You can now go. You're off as of the moment. I will just contact you if I need anything.” “Yes, sir.” Hassiba was vaguely listening to the conversation. But most of her attention was focused on the pheromones that were making her feel undeniably good.

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.

“Fuck! Did they actually jump from here?” “I couldn’t smell any of them. The scent of the forest and the grass is hitting my nose." I smirked at my choice of fragrance oil that I chose for myself, as well as the perfume. I never got a chance to use any of them earlier, but fighting with the supernatural creatures, I learned that the smell of mud, forest, grass, fruits, and some others was a small loophole. Of course, it wouldn’t save you entirely unless they were highly trained or were of high rank, but it could buy you some time.

* I thought in a panic, my fingers instinctively curling into the silk sheets to stabilize myself. It felt as though someone had injected a highly concentrated, lethal dose of an aphrodisiac directly into my bloodstream. The air in the room suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter, every breath I took filled with the maddening, intoxicating scents of my mates. Dante smelled of cedarwood, dark leather, and a fierce, masculine musk that made my wolf howl at the back of my mind. Seraphina smelled of sweet jasmine, expensive wine, and a cold, dangerous pheromone that made my skin tingle with a desperate want.

No matter how severe the body odor was, it could be completely masked. But most importantly, there was something almost magical about the perfumes she created. Those who used them seemed to gain an irresistible charm that drew in other people. Several rising starlets ended up landing wealthy sponsors after using Mom's perfumes, their careers taking off overnight. There were even some wealthy socialites who booked appointments with Mom just to win back their unfaithful husbands. Even when there was nothing physically wrong with them, they still sought her help, and the results were remarkably effective. Many came looking for Mom, but she only took ten clients every month. Everyone else got tu

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."

Out of all these scents, Larissa easily discerned the smell of the perfume that had been on Kevan—the exact same scent. The source came from the female employee closest to her. Larissa's gaze was unabashed, which made the employee rather nervous. The employee managed a weak smile and addressed her tentatively. "Ms. S-Ms. Seymour, is there something I can help you with?" Her voice was quivering. Larissa smiled at her and asked politely, "Your perfume smells great. What brand is it?" "Huh?" The employee was stunned for a moment before frantically rummaging through her drawer, taking out a delicate perfume bottle. "The Chanel 5 perfume. It's the one that got promoted by a bunch of celebrities o

"Here, let me help you." She led me forward, her pace too fast, too eager, too careless. And with each step, her scent grew stronger—and something about it caught my attention. It was different. New. Expensive. Unmistakable. The top-tier perfume that had been auctioned off for nearly a million gold coins at a witch’s auction half a year ago. Rumors said whoever wore it would maintain their beauty—perhaps even become more radiant over time. It was also said to enhance health and make one appear more alluring.

Hunter said and Sadie just nodded. "Don't believe what she says, I never even let her touch me, she's a disgusting omega, so don't believe what she says," Hunter said. “Hunter,” Sadie said. “Hm?” Hunter said. “What perfume are you wearing? I love the smell,” Sadie said and Hunter just chuckled. “Can you feel it?” Hunter said. “Of course,” Sadie said and let go of the hug to look at Hunter. "So you don't know what it is?" Hunter said.