Sweet Scent Novels & Stories

Ava said, narrowing her eyes in mock suspicion. Brooke laughed at this, crinkles forming beside her eyes. "You're still thinking about it?" Kris butted in, waving a hand dramatically in his mother's direction where Sugar was trying to nuzzle into her. "Look at that." Brooke laughed harder, she wasn't about to tell them that it was most definitely because Sugar liked her scent of Honeysuckle and chamomile that's why he always cuddled up to her when he was brought over.

It never came out. Stronger now. Fresher. Still oozing warmth. Carrying that rust-sweet reek of living tissue torn apart. Another scent tangled in the air. Synthetic sweetness. Mass-produced canned peaches long expired. The chemical aftertaste sharp enough to ache at the root of the tongue. Selene's pheromones. That industrial rot clung to the cold blood like a greasy film on an open wound. Unwashable. Dorian's drone slipped through the ventilation shaft.

It would be like a paid vacation. Who would have thought such an incident would happen? Sam nodded and replied, "You're right. I really do need to thank Ms. Stone." Compliments rained down on Giselle. Feeling helpless, she said, "It wasn't anything special. That person just happened to pass right in front of me when she opened the cap. I've always had a sharper sense of smell than most people, so when I caught the scent, I immediately thought it resembled sulfuric acid."

She turned to me and asked, "What’s your name, dear? What do you do?" I offered a polite smile. "Lily. I’m an intern at Zen Company." Her brows lifted slightly. "Zen? That’s one of our partner companies. You work under me, then. Better behave, young lady." I laughed softly. "I’ll be sure to stay on my best behavior." She chuckled, then pulled out a small vial from her purse. "Here. Try this perfume—it’s called Mystic Dew. It’s my favorite." The sweet fragrance was almost hypnotic. I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, momentarily enchanted. But before I could respond, my eyes caught a flash of movement.

It was a scent she had longed for, the essence of her destined mate. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart skipped a beat, and a shiver raced down her spine. She looked up at Adrian, her eyes widening with realization. In that fleeting moment, their connection solidified, and the truth of their bond became undeniable. Adrian's scent, a unique blend of musk, forest, and a hint of smoky spice, mingled with her own, creating a harmonious symphony of olfactory harmony. It was as if their very beings had been designed to fit together, the puzzle pieces of their souls aligning with perfect precision.

"Fine, but at least drink this." Jefferson held Hugo's hand, about to take the alcohol, and shook his head. "No, I don't drink alcohol," Jefferson said, looking Hugo straight in the eye. To be honest, Hugo was attractive, especially his smile. When he smiles, his eyes close and smile too; somehow, those eyes can bewitch you. His smile was also sweet and intoxicating. Jefferson was attracted like an ant attracted to sugar. It's not strange that many girls like him; Hugo often charmingly teases them, like the nickname Jefferson gave him; he flirts in a charming way like a perverted prince.

I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before.

Emma asked as she looked at Jazlyn who had been silent since her last question. "I think I just miss Ace a little. You know, for the past two years my life has only been with him," replied Jazlyn. Emma nodded her head slowly and looked straight ahead again. "I'm taking you to try some of the wedding cakes I'm going to use for the wedding. And maybe some cupcakes too. Don't you really like that?" Jazlyn shook her head. "I don't like cupcakes since I've been with Ace. You know, he really hates sweets, so I can't eat them that freely," Jazlyn replied as she exhaled.

She did stay with me until morning. I stirred for a couple of times but drifted back to sleep when I felt her next to me. I was liking her smell, I never liked vanilla before, but when I smell it on the crook of her neck, I was drifting off to the best sleep I've had in years. "Wake up Gary, we need to get to the clinic." She kissed me making me groaned, as she had also woken up the other part of me. I started stroking my dick, trying to calm myself down.

I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before.