Sweet Scent Novels & Stories

Goddess, I cannot wait to kiss those smart ass comments from her lips, while relishing in her sweet and spicy taste. Or that’s how I imagine it’ll be, based on her scent. It’s unique, distinctive, and leaves a person wanting more. It reminds me of cherries that are coated in cinnamon, with the spiciness of whiskey. The aroma is intoxicating, alluring, lethal, and sweet just like the owner. A fireball of energy and perfection, who already has Mars, my wolf, wrapped around her pinky finger. All the little vixen would have to do is say “jump,” and he’d ask “how high.”

He didn't smell bad, but his shirt was wet with sweat, and he might get sick again. "No, Mommy. It's just too hot here," he replied and took a bite of the cupcake. Styx grabbed the shirt and helped our son wear it. I sat back on the bed and took a cupcake. The design was simple, but it looked delicious. There was chocolate syrup on top and some icing. I took a bite, and it tasted so good it was like the heavens sang. I gave him an approving sign. "Delicious." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my temple. "Thank you."

But he does not hesitate. He is fearless. The presence grows stronger and stronger, the wind sending the scent to his nose. It's a sweet scent he's never smelled before; a curious mix of strawberries, bananas, a flavor he can't distinguish, and a hint of mint. It's a delight, an intoxicating smell that he will remember forever, even when this "it" is long dead. He had never felt this aroma around a werewolf before. The smell is so sweet that he wonders if a human could have actually wandered among them. Humans usually have good smells, but none as delicious as this.

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

Katherine looked at the dishes on the table and quickly searched for the right spices. While Katherine searched for the jars of sauce in the top drawer, Lily was gazing at a plate of zucchini spaghetti with huge cherry tomatoes. She was instructed by Macken himself to sprinkle some shredded parmesan cheese on top. Although only seven or eight years old, Lily performed very well. Her quick hands and delicious smoke made everyone feel hungry. Macken was pleased to feel the classic aroma of zucchini, cherry tomatoes, and cheese blending.

Her scent makes my cock rise so swiftly and demanding that I actually groan. Candy, she smells like candy. A wave of lust crashes through me, hitting me like thunder. Daria is like lightning in a bottle—I got to have her, and I'm weak, too fucking powerless to stop myself from breathing in and experience my knees nearly buckle in response. I'm such a perverted bastard, getting off on her scent and imagining my cock buried deep inside of her pussy. Another groan tears me from my thoughts, and I remove the panties from my face, telling myself I should stop before someone else wanders inside of Daria's room.

“I don’t know, I can’t place it…. Sweet like honey, mixed in with flowers and candied peel.” I give him a knowing smile, my cheeks heating under his piercing gaze. “Your scent reminds me of woodsmoke, and citrus fruits. Like oranges.” I smile at him shyly. “That doesn’t sound very masculine.” He comments, a touch of arrogance in his words. “Oh, I don’t know,” I pull back to look into his face, “I for one think it incredibly masculine.” He smiles down at me, leaning forward and giving me a chaste kiss on my lips.

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.

he yelled at me. At that moment, a floral scent with hints of citrus and honey filled my nostrils—it was fresh and sweet. So lovely. I closed my eyes, filling my lungs with the beautiful scent, trying to decipher it. It stirred something within me, yet left my knees weak. It was so sweet that I could almost taste it on my tongue. "Orange blossoms," I muttered, taking another breath. "I know this scent..." The aroma wrapped around me like a warm embrace, distracting me from the chaos of the moment.