Novel & Cerita Sweet Scent

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

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?"

Though he looked perplexed, he still did as he was told. Then, she lit some incense, letting the fragrance gradually spread through the air. Mom smiled and explained that it was aromatherapy incense that worked best when used together with her perfume. The idol trainee nodded. But the moment I caught the familiar scent, I quickly covered my nose. I knew that scent far too well. It was the sedative incense Mom bought. Half a year ago, I was kept awake by mosquitoes in my room. So I went to the storage room to look for some mosquito repellents.

She fascinated me with her every word, every smile, every facial expression, even her glares and why the fuck she smells like cocoa powder? Her natural sweet chocolate-like scent makes me content in a way like nothing else can. Her soft brown locks to which my fingers couldn't resist to touch and wrapped them around. It made her irritated which brought a smile on my face. Her single breathtaking smile can make my sense haywire. It's so fucking difficult not to do anything erratic in her presence.

While it wasn’t my usual fresh cherry-blossom gel, I was grateful there was at least some nice soap here for me to use. Snapping open the bottle, I inhaled the scent. A spicy-sweet scent filled my nostrils, making me crave it. I guess I liked the spicy scent that held a bit of sweetness within them, a combination that seemed odd, but it smelled crisp and refreshing at the same time, making it a beautiful combination. I frowned, wondering, where have I smelt this before? But I quickly shook the question away, that was the least of my concerns right now and I wanted to relax my aching head.

I couldn't wait for English class to give Celia back her clothes because the scent was driving me insane. There was the rich clove scent that all Moonless Night Pack members shared, but her specific scent was tart, citrusy and sweet honey. Her scent was amazing. I guess I had never gotten close enough to smell her before, because I would have sat closer to her just to inhale that delectable scent.

She didn't seem interested in starting a conversation. A scent, delicate as a whisper, began to permeate the air. It was vaguely familiar - a sweet, comforting aroma that brought forth images of bountiful gardens and ripe orchards. I glanced at Mina, but her face showed no change; she was still lost in her thoughts, oblivious to the tantalizing fragrance that was gradually infiltrating the car. I sniffed the air again, trying to identify its source. It wasn't coming from in the car. Where is that smell coming from, I thought. It had a delightful scent of wildflowers and fresh fruit. It reminded me of a summer's day - warm, comforting, and utterly intoxicating.

Being this close, I can’t help but notice the unique scent that clings to her, a personal fragrance that’s unmistakably hers. The smell of her shampoo is rich and enticing, a delightful blend of sweet vanilla and exotic pomegranate, intertwined with a subtle undertone of the alcohol from the night’s festivities. It’s a striking combination, leaving a lingering impression in my senses.

You answer my questions and I might answer yours. Her scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled or previously been exposed to.It was like a delicious combination of dragon fruit and cinnamon that reminded me of when I would open a perfectly fragranced tub of lotion that I just could not get enough of, so I would end up constantly smelling it just to get my fix.

I laugh at his goofy self, when the most delectable smell tickles my nose. "Do you smell that?" I sniff at the air, desperately trying to find that smell. "I don't smell anything? Just a lot of wolves?" Says Pete as he gives me a strange look. But the smell is growing stronger and my heart begins to pound in my chest. The smell is so strong and overwhelming I can taste it. It smells of nectarine, basil and honeysuckle. The stronger it gets the more I want to run towards it. I'm holding myself back, and I can feel my wolf side aching for it, burning for it. To ravish that sweet and lavish our body in it.