The Good Scent Manifest Your Happiness Novels & Stories

It makes the wait worth it. The moment I step into my room, my nose takes in a scent. The air is thick with her fragrance. This is when a smile forms on my face. Although she’s not here, her scent is calming. Makes me think of home, a refreshing thought out of the horror looming in my mind. A vibration on my hand makes me draw my hand up to look at my phone.

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

Susanne rose from her seat and rushed over, enveloping me in a tight, warm embrace within the blink of an eye. "It's really you. I'm so sorry… please forgive me…" Her voice rang out, though I found myself momentarily lost in the familiar, comforting sensations—the warmth of her embrace, and the rich, inviting scent of gardenia and vanilla orchid that seemed to emanate from her. This scent was no stranger to me, as it was the very fragrance I had created and gifted to her on her birthday, back when I still owned my mother's company. The fragrance had been carefully tailored to capture the essence of Susanne's personality—a sophisticated and luxurious woman, yet with an underlying sense of com

Ciara asked. "No, thank you," the girl said as she pulled out money from her pocket and placed it on the counter. She then took the pack of cigarettes and headed towards the door. However, just as she approached the exit, she suddenly stopped. Turning her head slightly, she seemed to be sniffing something in the air. Suddenly, the girl looked straight at Ciara and tilted her head, saying, "Your scent is so sweet." Ciara didn't understand what she meant and instinctively raised her shoulder to smell her own body.

Each step I took, the earth beneath my feet pulsated with a renewed vitality, connecting me to the primal essence that coursed through my veins. The fragrance of Mandy's scent grew stronger, intertwined with the petrichor of the rain-soaked surroundings. It was a delicate blend of warmth and sweetness, an aroma that wrapped around my senses, beckoning me closer. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my rapid footsteps. With each inhale, I felt her presence drawing me nearer, driving my determination to find her.

The strong, masculine aroma was comforting and reassuring, reminding her that she was not alone. Alex scent worked by triggering the release of pheromones in the girl's body. These pheromones interacted with the olfactory receptors in her nose, sending signals to her brain that everything was going to be alright. The pheromones also had a calming effect on her nervous system, reducing her anxiety and tension. As Alex continued holding her for sometime, his scent surrounded her, enveloping her in a comforting cocoon. Charlotte could feel her breathing slow down and her heart rate return to normal. The intense sensations that had been tormenting her began to fade, replaced by a sense of peace

The first time we met, the bright smile under the golden sunlight and the warm voice of the angel repelled the ferocious army of darkness that spread over a large area and constantly expanded the territory in the heart. As for the devil, I never really saw him, but I felt him. Everywhere around me. The first time I smelled that scent, I thought it was pleasant. A soft, warm, pungent, slightly acidic scent that drifts in the wind. It is unlike any perfume in the world, very natural, easy to make people relax, also very familiar. At that time I thought it must be the scent of the Rain God. Every time it rains, that scent comes. On the street, in the supermarket, in the bookstore, in the coffee

“I can tell when people lie to me or try to harm me. The answer is in their scent.” Her lips twitched into a nervous smile. “And… what do you sense in mine?” she breathed. My lips formed a smug smirk. “Wild strawberries and jasmine.” A soft chuckle escaped her. “Is the scent of wild strawberries a good scent or a bad scent?” “Definitely a good scent.” I brushed my lips against hers. “A quite sexy scent” She gasped, leaning back. “You… um…” She pulled a strand of her raven hair behind her ear. “If I tell you the truth… you won't chain me in that cave again, will you?”

“You scent is so strong.” “Is that a bad thing?" “I don't know?” Vernon shrugged. He headed over to the alpha, abandoning his food. “I just feel so... comforted from it." Xavier leaned back in his chair. “I'm glad that you love it, sweetheart.” The omega smiled, throwing one leg over his husband's lap and promptly sat down. He wrapped his arms around Xavier's neck and leaned as close as he could to sniff where the scent gland is. The scent of coffee and lemon was cooling and it filled his lungs, relaxing him immediately. "So... good."

He revealed, a worried and concerned frown on his face. "It is?" She asked with surprise, having never heard of such of thing. A person's scent was more than just a bunch of smells mashed together. It was a reflection of their character, dreams, aspirations and weaknesses, things that rarely changed in the course of their life. "It's not common," Tristan corrected, "but it's not rare either." He grabbed her small hand and cradled it in his large palms, a warm look in his eyes. "People are like seasons, Helena, all it takes is one experience or event to change them."