Sweet Scent Novels & Stories

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 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.

I gave it another go, focusing on the scent. Other than Nic's smell, there was something sweet in the air. Something with a cinnamon scent to it. Did Nic choose to take me out on a date as opposed to a formal contract signing? Is that something he would do? Would he really bring me somewhere where people would see us? "What is that mouthwatering scent?" I asked. I can not wait to taste it. "You know what it is," Kaya said. "It is one of your favorites." There was something else—akin to butter—in the air.

The scent that was all over the place was so captivating that I thought everything stopped and only me and whoever owned that scent mattered. The scent possesses a unique ability to soothe and calm my senses, evoking a sense of tranquility and relaxation. As I sniffed a delicate aroma gently wafting through the air, it remarkably alleviated tension, eased anxiety and promoted a feeling of inner peace. Its comforting fragrance offers solace and comfort in moments of stress or restlessness. The scent has the power to create a sanctuary of calmness, inviting me to unwind and embrace moments of tranquility amidst the chaos of everyday life.

“Take a deep breath, Sweetness. What do you smell?” I’m confused, but do what he says. I inhale and take in their spicy comforting scents The cinnamon, citrus and honey wash over me and I feel my mind settling. Then I get it. A new scent hits me. It’s floral and light, a clean vibrant scent, no, wait, scents. Three distinct scents. Jasmine and rose and juniper, all coming from them. “What is that? Who is that?” I ask, trying to sit up, but finding my body does not like the motion one bit. “Why do I feel like I got hit by a train?”

It’s like it’s seducing me. It is like a mixed scent of sweet cupcakes made of different kinds of roses. A touch of vanilla is also present on the scent. This is one of the perks of being a wolf. I have a sharp sense of smell and I can distinguish a smell even from a distance. Oh well, this nose is only good in terms of ahm… food. Hmp! I hate to admit it but yes, it is mostly usable when it comes to foods.

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.

"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.