Sweet Scent Novels & Stories

Though she didn't really have much hope that Elie would tell all the truth, she still wanted to give it a try. Suddenly her over-sensitive nose senses a sweet smell, floating around her. Scarlett closed her eyes, trying to identify the smell. One of her talents is that she could sense various smells and identify them to a degree. "A sweet tea scent with some mild aromatic flowers." She murmured. Her brows furrowed together more deeply when she detected the actual scent. "Red Ginseng!" Scarlett knew this Korean element and smelled it once in her school, so she knew the scent only. No other ideas of how it works.

“You really are interesting…” She could feel his smirk against her neck. Her stupidity and confidence had disappeared and she was melting at that moment. She could feel his body pressed against hers, she could smell his cologne and his shampoo... She could also tell that he wasn't as amused as he sounded. Yet she couldn't help but lower her guard slightly. It was most likely because of the way he played with her hair. How did he know she liked that?

the man said, giving me a playful wink. I sighed, realizing I’m not going to get any straight answers from them. As I picked a cologne and sprayed it lightly on my wrist, I smelled sweet honey and strawberries entering my nostrils. Oh, I didn’t expect that. I actually like this scent. How did they know I like sweet scents? I catch my reflection in the mirror again. Whatever the hell is this, I can't deny the fact that I’m enjoying it.

She thought the passionflower scent was mild, yet enchanting. “I meant your possessiveness” Blood rushed fast to her cheeks as soon as she heard Mike’s comment and she looked away from him. “The perfume is good, though” he changed the topic, sensing her blushing. “For dad. He had been so nice to me. I want to get something for him” he sighed hearing what Sarah just said “Choose one for me then…” his voice was low with hesitant. Would she feel like he is getting too clingy? She took a used perfume-testing strip and brought it close to him. It was something sweet, like a mix of vanilla and orange

~Cassie’s POV~ Arnold’s maids dragged me towards the stage where he stood with a atrocious sneer on his face. He clenched my hands tightly making them numb. He came closer to me and sniffed. Eww, why’d he sniff me like a dog does to his bone before licking it. “You smell so good.” He said almost moaning it. “How can you marry someone who has already been with someone?” I emphasized the word ‘someone’ indicating to Liam. “I don’t understand.”

Chapter 71: The Silent Storm The penthouse was quiet in the early morning light, but the silence felt heavier than usual. Kira stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, wearing only one of Damien’s oversized button-down shirts. The fabric still carried his scent — sandalwood, citrus, and that unmistakable masculine warmth that always made her feel safe.

He opens his mouth to continue, but suddenly stops. The entire room shifts. A heavy, suffocating silence falls. So quiet a pin could be heard hitting the floor. Then the scent hits me. Sweet, thick, and intoxicating. Like honeyed nectar mixed with warm vanilla and raw, fertile heat. A pure mate scent. An oddly familiar one. My chest tightens. My blood turns to ice even as my cock jerks violently in my pants. Panic and raw hunger slam into me at once. My eyes scan the room.

Cute, I thought. “Did you have something to do with this?” she asked when we were alone. I bit back the smile that threatened to break out on my face. “I don’t know?” I replied, my voice etched with amusement. She just rolled her eyes at me. I leaned in closer to her. The smell of her fragrance intoxicated me—sweet cream and honey. It was a scent I could get lost in. I kissed the space between her shoulder blades, and her sweet moan was the only sound reaching my ears.

I thought about how tired I was of being afraid, of my whole shitty situation. I inhaled deeply. I opened the vial. The smell hit me first, eww… musky, warm, kind of salty. Not bad. Actually… kind of sexy in a raw way. It was thicker than I expected, pearly white, still a little warm from the shipping. I looked at the camera and said, “Hey… this is for you. Thank you for helping me.” I dipped my finger in and tasted it. Just a little at first. It was salty, a little bitter, but not gross.

Yet every word screamed he was stuck and jealous and his gentle touches lingered too long because the feelings wouldn’t die. “I shouldn’t want either of you,” I panted, riding Soren’s fingers faster. My nipples peaked hard against my dress; he yanked the fabric down and sucked one into his mouth, his tt eeth grazing it hard, which made me cry out. “But I… I crave the way Simon makes me feel safe… and the way you make me feel alive. Like I’m burning up and I don’t care if I turn to ash.”