The Good Scent Manifest Your Happiness Novels & Stories

There is just a huge cloud of sadness in the atmosphere I smile to myself secretly. I am proud that I am beginning to make them fear me so much that they will cry, pray and shake uncontrollably at the mention of my name. I breathe it in deeply. This is what power smells like. I am basking in their sorrows and I am making a name for myself

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

The smell of linseed oil and fresh coffee was the scent of a happiness so profound it felt fragile, like a soap bubble shimmering in the palm of my hand. Morning light, clean and sharp, cut across my studio, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the man who was watching me from my couch.

His scent was calming me down and I let myself enjoy the warm embrace for a while. ***

I got the feeling that her reaction was because of more than just the delicious aroma though. ‘Of course, it’s about more. Although, this scent is mouthwatering in the best possible way.’ My wolf giggled, and I could feel her happiness stretch between us. Wow. Had I ever heard her let out a light-hearted giggle before? I definitely felt like I was missing something. ‘Open your eyes,’ she encouraged me. ‘I want to see who the Goddess paired us with. We’re doomed in a great way if our mate looks half as good as he smells.’

It was the scent of the man who had given me everything. It was the scent of home. Of safety. Of everything I had never known I needed until I found it. It was the scent of belonging. The scent of love. The scent of the man who had changed everything. The scent of the man who had become my reason to wake up in the morning. The scent of the man who had become my reason to breathe. The scent of the man who had become my reason to believe. The scent of the man who had become my reason to hope.

As he said that, his gaze on me was clouded with a flicker of nervous tension and uncertainty. I smiled at him and shook my head. "I'm not getting divorced. Let's just continue living like this. I think it's not bad." "Really?" "Yeah." Julian's lips curved into a smile. The tenderness in his eyes seemed to melt even the cold air around us. He pulled me into his arms, letting me hear his heartbeat. "Does that mean your heart is mine now?" "Yeah." I leaned closer to him, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm beneath his chest.

The combination instantly soothes my senses, wrapping me in a cocoon of tranquility and serenity. In this moment, I feel a profound sense of contentment, as if all the worries and troubles of the world have momentarily ceased to exist. The laughter, the blush, and the intertwining scents create a sanctuary within my being, a sanctuary where I can let go of all inhibitions and simply be present in the beauty of this connection.

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.

Maybe scent to calm her down. "I won't." ***