Tender Is The Night Perfume Novels & Stories

Turning sharply, I took Jace’s hand and walked briskly toward the stage, where Eric now stood. Eric adjusted the mic and offered a gentle smile to the audience. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for being here tonight to celebrate the growth of Jace Perfume. Our new fragrance, 'EverGlow,' has become a sensation not just for its unique scent profile but because it speaks to something deeper, elegance, strength, and resilience." A light round of applause echoed in the hall.

It was only when Julian slept with Tiffany that he would not have time to annoy Charmine. Hah! So, Tiffany wanted to bed the man that even she did not dare sleep with? Fat chance! Meanwhile, inside Green Café... Tiffany was dressed in a red dress with a v-shaped neckline. Coupled with her alluring body and innocent face, even Tiffany was blown away with herself. Her lips curled into a smirk as she eyed the agarwood perfume at the corner. The agarwood perfume was incredibly potent; Tiffany had already tried it on. As long as she put it on five minutes before he came, all self-restraint would be thrown out of the window—in a minute’s time—as the scent dissipated in the air.

“ Wow!! You look like a goddess, how were you able to hide such beauty for so long” “ Do not flatter me Austin, can we go now?” “ Yeah! Off course!” He gently open the door to the back seat of the limousine, Elena steps in, he also got in before shutting the door. As they arrived at the venue, a sweet Melody was drifting through the atmosphere which seems to be coming from the ballroom, everyone was wearing an expensive mask decorated in gold and silver which seems to cover their entire face. One of Austin’s security who was standing right beside them brings out two golden mask from the brief case he was holding, Austin slid his hand through her ear trying to get the mask on her face, he sme

"Darren, which one looks better for the wedding?" Jeanne's eyes widened. It was her national championship medal—and the pendant her mother had left her. "Darren!" she screamed hoarsely, her voice breaking. "That's mine!" Darren, triumphant, knelt by the bed and tapped the pendant. "I know it's yours." He looked up at her with a cruel grin. "Try killing yourself again, and I can't promise where these things might end up." Jeanne clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached, her eyes burning with hatred.

his voice was low and sexy. My eyes swished to his eyes boring into me. My breath ragged, my palms clammed but I placed those palms on his shoulders to steady myself. This was it. No sex, just touching. "Breathe Davina, I don't bite. Or rather, you can close your eyes if that would ease you up a bit," he advised. I took his advice, and for the first time, my other senses seemed alerted by his masculine presence. First, I caught a whiff of his Nightwalker Eau De Perfume. It was masculine and spoke more of his aura and charm.

“You get the permits, you get the PR boost, and you get the meddling elders of your family off your back about 'producing an heir' or 'settling down.' All for the price of a signature and a few appearances at charity dinners.” Rhysander stood from his chair and stepped closer. He was tall, imposing in a way that felt like physical pressure in the room. He stopped just a foot away from me. He smelled really nice, which was one thing I noticed. I subconsciously room a deep breath in order to figure out what scent of cologne he used. Bergamot and Lavender. That was the scent he used. We stared at each other for a long time. Up close, I could see the light flecks in his grey eyes. I stared back,

Dante; The sales floor hummed with the usual midday chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, the faint floral undertone of Maison Noir’s latest batch lingering in the air like an expensive ghost. I adjusted my tie and reviewed the order one last time. A high-profile client, one I was yet to uncover who it is, had requested two hundred crates of the signature “Midnight Slumber” perfume—our most exclusive line. The commission alone would look excellent on the quarterly report, and in my cover role as the sales marketer on duty, every detail mattered.

I whined, gripping his hand with a pleading look on my face " I won't, I love you too more than you think. I don't feel like forgiving myself that easily so what can I do to make it up to you?" He said softly with a little warm smile " Give me your perfume." I said, smiling with my big puppy eyes " Ohh Peter, I wear many different perfumes. so you should specify, I wear CREED AVENTUS, Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford, Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani, Savage and Hugo for Men by Hugo Boss." I counted

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.

Then a touch of lip gloss, simple but enough to make me feel… sweet. I stand and make my way into the walk-in closet, the soft lighting wrapping around the space, highlighting everything, rows of clothes, shoes perfectly aligned, luxury at every corner. I reach for the glass perfume shelves, taking my deodorant and then my body mist, spraying lightly. The scent settles around me—sweet, soft, feminine and comforting. I breathe it in. Then I move toward the racks, my fingers brushing over fabrics until I pull out a pink two-piece nightwear set. Perfect for the night.