The Good Scent Manifest Your Happiness Novels & Stories

he states with determination… It is a while later and I took a shower. I comb my wet hair and braid it. I brush my teeth and apply my moisturiser, mixed with some Vit-E and rosehip oil. The scent of it always reminding me of my Mama. I make my way to the fluffy bed. Oh goddess… this is heavenly. I smell the pillows, enveloped in this amazing scent! Calmness washes over me, I feel happy, content, and safe.

And sure enough, Jefferson lay back on Hugo's chest. But Jefferson already realized that there was something strange, Homer's breathing sounded weird, and for some reason, instead of feeling happy, Jefferson felt annoyed. The annoyance emanated from a familiar, malevolent aura, Jefferson winced, and instead of the refreshing smell of sandalwood, he smelled a foreign cologne. His hunch was telling him that something was wrong, which made Jefferson unable to go back to sleep, he got up again, but this time he opened his eyes. And how surprised Jefferson was when he saw Hugo smiling lecherously at him with his hands still perched on Jefferson's waist.

It is missing something. I bare down once more as the pain hits. Everything in me is telling me to push and yet I cant. Then it hits me. This is so much of my scent. I need to add more to the scent. But what scent. What scent would make it right. Then the scent hits my nose. the scent is fiery and perfect. It makes my mouth water. Yes I need that scent. I rise from my piles and sniff in his direction. "Mate" I call him. There is so much pressure between my legs. I need to relieve it. I need to let it go. It has to go. And yet he stands here frozen. Does he not know that I need him. That I need his scent.

My angel, we'll discover who you are together, okay? I nodded and buried my nose in his neck. I felt him laugh. Man: Are you sniffing me, Angel? I felt myself blushing to the tips of my hair. Goodness, that's what I was doing, wasn't it? Man: What does my scent remind you of?" The question surprised me. Why was he asking? Man: To me, you smell like autumn, the scent of fertile earth being plowed after harvesting the vegetables. For me, it's a comforting smell because it's a sign of prosperity. So, what do I smell like to you?

“Am I not good enough at masking my scent?” This time, his stance softened, and he caressed my head. “I understand your disappointment, but my child, this is not something you can do impatiently.” “Masking scent is not a proper medication. Inner peace and confidence are needed to completely hide your scent.” "Besides, you have done a great job, Val. You have managed to alter your scent quite well. But it is not enough. You need to hide it completely." His last words were hard and full of determination, heightening my confusion and curiosity.

If anything was going to break through the haze, it was that. Please work, I begged. Please understand. I projected feelings of calm, of safety, pouring everything I had into my scent without tipping over into triggering my own aura. It was a delicate balance, but I had to try. If I couldn't get through to Elroy now... I couldn’t let that fear into my scent, though, or I’d trigger him again. I focused on the moments in my life I felt the happiest, like coming off the stage at my first dance recital or the afternoons in the garden with my parents. Elroy completed his shift.

The scent, sweet and honeyed, lingered in the air. I carefully clipped one with the tiny shears, making a soft snip against the stem. The scent enveloped my senses like a wave of sunshine and warmth. With a shaky breath, I offered it as a silent plea for connection during our quiet conversation. "Here," I murmured, my voice breaking slightly. "For you. It is lovely." My fingers trembled slightly; it seemed like everything depended on this small gesture. The delicate bloom was offered as a symbol of the growing hope in my heart.

" Scarlett nodded, turning to kiss the guy who she was grinding on, her arms wrapping around his neck, causing her to roll her eyes. She stumbled through the crowd, pushing past people as she became more and more flustered, feeling her breath and heart rate quicken. Everything in front of her became a blur as she squinted her eyes, trying to make out the sign that lead to the bathroom, but she was distracted by a strong aroma that was flocking the air. The musky vanilla-like scent wafted up her nostrils as she looked around, trying to find the source. She felt hectic but also relaxed at the same time, the scent almost soothing her,calming her anxiety. She shook my head, pinching the bridge o

“It’s designed to lift your mood based on the time of day. Care to test it?” “Absolutely!” she exclaimed. As she spritzed a fine mist into the air, the vibrant scent of citrus and floral notes enveloped us. “Damn, that’s incredible,” I said, inhaling deeply. “I can practically feel my energy levels rising. Smell familiar?” I grinned, waiting for her reaction. She grinned back at me, nodding. The scents had been based on her own formulas, of course. “This could really take the market by storm—people wearing their mood every day!”

"Just wait until I get a chance at your shoes you evil, conniving bitch." Grumbling to myself, I go into the gym and dig up a pair of Sly's clean sweats from off a shelf. Even washed they still carry his scent faintly and inhaling deeply, I find most of my stress draining away. Setting them down carefully, I use his shampoo and soap to wash all of that foul woman's scent from my body, hoping his scent blended with my own will be enough to keep me from gagging all night as I try to fall asleep.