Supernatural Perfume Hot Topic Novels & Stories

A woman, broken and hastily glued back together. I let the water run in the shower, very hot, until the room fills with steam. Under the burning stream, I rub my skin with a violence bordering on self-mutilation. The company's perfumed lemon soap fails to mask his smell that mixture of leather, spice, and male sex that seems to have eaten into my pores. I wash my private parts with surgical precision; the touch of my fingers brings back a painful and shameful echo of the pleasure that overwhelmed me minutes before. I despise myself for this retrospective shiver.

Alexander snorts in the background. The reporter extends her hand. “Selene Vire.” “Supernatural Times.” Of course. That explains the glowing eyes. They’re famous for covering supernatural politics and scandals. And apparently… fashion launches. She gestures toward the stage. “Your lingerie line is already trending across five supernatural territories.” “Is it?” “Yes.” “Impressive.” She tilts her head curiously. “Did you always want to start a fashion brand?” “Honestly?” “Yes.” “No.” She laughs.

before I learned the kind of attention it could attract. *** SAINT. I adjusted the cuffs of my black shirt, straightened the collar, and gave myself one last look in the mirror. I looked immaculate and lethal. To crown it all, I grabbed my perfume – Obsidian Sin by Sartieux. Ten thousand dollars a bottle. A scent banned in three packs for being too... distracting. I always say this... If they don't remember your name, they'll remember your scent. Before I speak, they'll smell me. And they'll know who owns the fucking room.

The scent which I desire to capture and keep with myself. An unfamiliar feeling of comfort and peace washed through me. What makes me even more curious is that unlike every other perfume I don't hate this one at all. On the contrary I feel strangely drawn, from my nostrils it's reaching my veins, stimulating my nerves like a Top Note. Is it something she is experimenting on? Whatever it is, the first thing she is making for me right after I hire her. It will be a huge hit and we will sell it as a rare expensive collection.

Just get to the damn conclusion so everyone can go home and we can stop playing with fire. I forced a polite, queenly smile…the kind I’d practiced in the mirror a hundred times. “It must be the perfume I wear. ‘Midnight Seduction’ by some fancy human designer. It’s quite addictive like you said. If you want, I can have a bottle sent to your… nest? Castle? Whatever you call it.” Please buy the excuse. Please buy it. The last thing I need is these elders finding out I’m half-human, half-werewolf, and apparently smelling like a walking juice box.

Scarlet eyes drifted over to Horatio's dresser, spotting several bottles of expensive perfumes. "Chanel no. 5! why the heck do you have female perfume?'' Scarlet asked. ''It's for my mate, well was for my mate,'' Horatio told her. "Do you mind telling me exactly what happened with this witch?" "I don't want to open old wounds, at least not now." Horatio shook his head. Scarlet turned back to the dresser, she picked up another bottle and blanched after smelling it. She only liked the scent natural herbs gave off, but then again what witch didn't?

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

She immediately told him that there was no one like that so he urged her to relax for a bit. He took out a bottle of perfume from his bag and said, "this is channel number three. One of the most expensive perfumes in the world. I want you to smell just as amazing as you look but more than that, I want you to smell like me." Tanya let him spray the perfume on her clothes. She marveled at the pleasant fragrance and knew that today, she was going to attract a lot of attention like always but it wouldn't be for the wrong reasons anymore because some of the students were going to be envious of her new look.

Here, I have saved my number in your phone book, so you don't delete it and my sister asked for it not me. Barbara smiled at him. "You are very cunning." "Nope! I am just the type that knows how to get what I want and what I want I always get, I noticed you are wearing such a nice perfume, I like it, what is the brand? I too am into perfume, the CEO of Don Group." "Oh! This is just my natural scent." Gordon stared at her, he couldn't believe what he was hearing but the truth was, that the scent people kept identifying with her, is her natural scent.

Samantha’s POV The last night’s incident didn’t give me the time to sleep long. I cannot forget his frozen touch and most of all… his smell. I really think that his scent is very somewhat familiar. That perfume he was wearing was very rare. To think that I’m in the fashion industry and I have encountered a lot of elite when I’m dealing with them and me, I had never, ever smell something like that till my entire career. “Good morning my gorgeous lady!” A thin but very loud voice filled my office early this morning.