Tender Is The Night Perfume Novels & Stories

The bitterness from the bile and the piercing smell of the stomach acid resulted in a rancid stench that filled the room. Whitney, who was watching from the side, cried out immediately, "Ugh, that's disgusting! I've lost my appetite." "Francis, why don't we eat out tonight?" "Alright Whitney, anything you like." The pair walked past the mess and left the house while completely ignoring me. I glanced up at the clock. It was already 3 in the morning. It turned out that Francis was able to stay up late. To take it further, he was willing to stay up late to bring a girl out for some supper.

I woke up in the middle of the night and had to call Naki. She answered the phone groggy, “Is everything ok?” she asked. “Yes, I know what to name it! It’s perfect!” “Huh?” “The perfume, it just came to me in a dream. ‘Venom’ it stops them in their tracks. They can’t resist it.” I was smiling but Naki was yawning, Yeah, that's great”

She held up a bottle that said ‘Nocturne’ on the outside, a wolf in silver on the black bottle. I grinned at her, my canines showing. She sprayed a little on a sample paper for me to scent; and to be honest, it wasn’t half bad to my wolf nose. There was bergamot, moonflowers, cloves, and amber; an enticing scent that was a mix of sweet and savory. I saw the price tag on the bottle and gave a little whistle. “Five hundred for this?”

By the time I’d finally managed to drift into sleep, my body was still a bit tense, my thoughts tangled between desire, guilt and something even darker. It felt like I was still awake. The same air filled my lungs, the same faint buzz of the city’s night life could be heard right outside my window. Then u felt him. A warmth pressed right behind me, a slow, warm breath brushed against my neck. Yet somehow, I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The rich, velvet-like top notes of smooth bergamot and spicy black pepper giving way to a heart of sensual sandalwood and creamy vanilla screamed his name already.

. I need something that whispers power, not shouts it. Something that draws you in, then holds you captive. if you know what I'm saying." She opened her eyes, a sudden spark of inspiration flaring within them. “Patchouli. But not the heavy, earthy kind. I want the clean, almost minty fraction. And then… oud.” Anita’s pen paused mid-stroke. “Oud? That’s a bold move. It’s expensive, and it can overpower everything else if not handled with absolute precision.” “Precision is my middle name,” Natalie retorted, a wry smile playing on her lips. She reached for a tiny, dark vial, its liquid almost black, viscous. The scent, even sealed, was potent, ancient, a whisper of distant forests and sacred ri

"You smell so good..." As Jessica heard his voice, her body heated up instantly. Her eyes fluttered, and she felt his hand gently rest on her neck, drawing her closer until his face was near hers. "Do you like it?" he murmured. "It suits you perfectly," Nicholas said. "This perfume was created for me by my friend, a master perfumer from France. It has my name on it, and you can’t buy it in stores," Jessica couldn’t help but feel a little proud as she spoke about the fragrance on her body.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

Then I walked three doors down to the perfume boutique. The saleswoman recognized desperation when she saw it. "Gift?" she asked. "Yes." "What does she usually wear?" "Something elegant and warm," I said. She pulled a bottle from the shelf. Dark glass. Gold cap. "This is our bestseller. Jasmine. Vanilla. Sandalwood." "Perfect, I'll take it." She wrapped it carefully while I stood there, hands in my pockets, smilling. Flowers, perfume, and chocolate. It always worked with Selene.

How could Felix need to pass up a superb night like this? Unexpectedly, the pieces meet up in my mind, making an entirety. Dread fills my considerations, obstructing all else. This evening is the ideal night for an Enlivening. Everything is forgotten as I scrunch my nose somewhat, needing a tiny smidgen of a fragrance. Just to tell me how she is doing. "Liam?" the clamoring of voices, apparently distant even though they are extremely close, arrives at my ear. I overlook them totally; at long last grabbing the piece of aroma I have wanted so much.