Tender Is The Night Perfume Novels & Stories

The third night I arrived at the perfume house wearing only a long cream coat, as Damien had instructed. My body was already humming with anticipation, the memory of the rose & thorn blend still lingering on my skin like a phantom caress. Damien waited for me in the private blending chamber. The room was warmer tonight, the air thick with anticipation. On the antique blending table sat a single dark violet vial labeled “Midnight Orchid.” “This blend is different,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “It’s built around a rare orchid extract known for triggering strong breeding responses. It heightens fertility signals and creates an overwhelming need to be filled and claimed. You will wear

Zack’s gaze travels slowly down Anna’s torso, taking in the smooth expanse of skin visible between the lace cups of the black lace bra. His hands remain still at either side of her head, fists clenching in the dark blue sheets as he fights the urge to touch her immediately. “I am going to spend the whole night worshipping every inch of you,” he promises gruffly. “Starting with those perfect tits.” He lowers his head gradually, stopping just shot of kissing her. Anna leans upwards, closing the distance between their faces and sucking seductively on his lower lip.

She pulled up the sleeve of her sheer dress and he bowed to scent her skin, so near now and yet he felt so far for she was only offering him her creation. The Elixir smelled so familiar, he looked at her wondering if she felt it too. She looked at him when he raised his head and looked confused. She quickly rearranged her sleeve and he could see alarm in her face. There was a pulse in her neck where scents were sprayed to send a message from the perfume of choice. She smelt of Neroli, of a hidden desire towards hedonism, a slight need to let out some delight past borders of containment towards desire. He adjusted his glassed and mustered the courage to ask her…

I could feel the hungry gazes of others on her, and I knew she could feel it too—each time someone looked her way, I noticed her suppressing the urge to recoil. When she excused herself for drinks, it was a welcome distraction from the overwhelming tension building inside me. But then, the last person I wanted to see approached me, a sinister smile plastered her face. “Hello, Damian,” she said, placing a kiss on my cheek. “I hope you’re enjoying the event.” I replied, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes, our brand quite pleased with your plans and the way you put the scents to use." "that's giving to much credit the scents were already enchanting enough." “There’s no need to be so formal

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

That was one out of his priorities, the other however, waited patiently, only few feets behind him. Turning around he smiled cunningly at her, and said " Now, where were we ? " * * * Without being told, Alice could tell by the scent, what perfume the person standing in front of her had on, it was what most would call an almost perfect blend of lavender and peppermint, a mixture most of the actresses often used to show themselves more appealing to the popular actors that occasionally breezed in while they were on set. Many of them would often recommend it as one of the best, but she had always found it to be more shoking than desirable.

The air had begun to cool as autumn crept in, and with it came another reminder. Lucian’s birthday was approaching. “I should get him a gift. What would he want this year?” Sarang murmured, slumping his shoulders. After hours of wandering and pondering, he found himself inside a perfume shop—alone. A few other customers were there, giggling and sampling scents. Sarang recognized some from Nathan’s birthday, but they minded their own business. A tall, sinewy man approached him with a broad smile and a perfume bottle in hand. “May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or a

I smiled and replied, "I crafted it myself. The main scent of this perfume is derived from a plant known as the moonflower, which exclusively blooms in the moonlight, emitting a delicate fragrance symbolizing the innocence and dreams of children." Upon hearing this, Luna Mavis nodded in agreement and turned to Alpha Jason, saying, "No wonder the moment I caught a whiff of this perfume, it reminded me of that troublemaker in our family. Speaking of which, I really miss him a bit, considering I didn't bring him along on this trip." Jason reassured her, "Don't worry, we'll be back to see him soon."

“Cancel all my appointments. And what is that in your hand?” “Oh, this is a sample perfume coming from the Scented Corp. Miss Nahzi said that it was not officially out on the market yet. She asked me to hand this to you so she would know your opinion about this product.” “Okay. You can now go. You're off as of the moment. I will just contact you if I need anything.” “Yes, sir.” Hassiba was vaguely listening to the conversation. But most of her attention was focused on the pheromones that were making her feel undeniably good.

For now, she was off-limits. With her hair in an up-do elegant style, sculpted around her head, and with a few loose strands framing, her sweet face was like an icon I worshiped. Her sweetness far exceeded her perfection and the closer she got, the more enticing aromas of freesia and orchids drove my nostrils insane. It was as if an entire flower garden was unfolding before my eyes, allowing me to enter and get drunk with their scent. And in the middle of that garden was her, Teresa, fitting into a perfect frame. Now I knew that this perfume was something that I would always crave for.