Sweet Scent Novels & Stories

,she puts her cards on the table and the last sentence sounds to me like a joke. So he's really going to persist with this crazy idea of an engagement to Amelia, unless I give him a reason to change his mind... “ When the dance show starts, discreetly drop this near him”, I hold out a handkerchief in his direction. Not just any handkerchief, it is one scented with a homemade fragrance like my mother and I used to make, only to the almond scent, I added the Miltonia orchid, granting then my sweet scent of seduction, “Then ask if it's his, insist, make it close enough for him to smell it. Even if to do so one of the other girls has to bump into you to fake an ac

However, wiping it off with a tissue is not helping, it just makes everything spread! "What are you wiping off? Wait, you smell different." She said then sniffed my neck like a dog. "Mielly stop. Tss, stupid perfume" I said in annoyance. "No, you stop. Your neck's turning red already. The scent's not bad. I mean it smells really good, but I think it's for men Stace. Where'd you get that?" Instead of answering her question, I asked her another question instead. "Mielly, aren't you a fan of Antoine Laurent's Perfume? How come you did not recognize that stupid old man?"

The various pressures we had both experienced recently, even though I realized that the pressure she felt came from me, had now merged into the affection that bound us. "Alpha, do you remember what we talked about before?" asked Sarena in whisper. Sarena's voice was low and slow, breaking the solemn silence between us. I kissed her neck, sucking in her natural fragrance which I was addicted to. Sarena has a very soft and feminine aroma, but very lingering. The combination of sweet peach, soft lilies and refreshing tea tree was imprinted on every part of her body and the more I smelled it, the more the scent stuck in my memory.

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.

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.

~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.

All I had in my mind was getting that one long-time dream fulfilled—fucking Soren. “Do you want this?” He had barely completed his words when I nodded. “You're sure?” He grinned slyly, a mischievous smile curving at the edge of his lips. “Fucking sure.” I wrapped my arms around his back, tighter this time. His hand found its way into my shirt, crawling up. I felt shivers as he made contact with my bare skin. It was cold, chilly, and warm at the same time. He squeezed my boobs through my bra for some minutes, tickling my armpits simultaneously.