The Perfume Burned His Eyes Novels & Stories

He extended a perfume bottle to me. "Samuel, this cologne smells awful to me. If I apply this scent to my body, I lose control over my vomiting." Smelling the perfume bottle, I covered my mouth to contain my vomit. "I know it will be hard for you to tolerate the scent of this perfume, Scarlet, but I was in a rush and only found this flavor. Please, don't throw up." With an imploring look, he asked me. "Please don't give me these puppy eyes; I'm using this perfume on my body only for my children." Before exiting the vehicle, I spritzed perfume all over myself.

At this point anger was visible on his face and couldn’t contain it in anymore so, he almost shouted: “You should get your eyes to check” “My eyes are perfectly fine and I can see that you got what you deserved”. Kei was angry and was in a daze too about how I knew that he was the one who put the potion on his clothes while my clothes were perfectly clean. “How did you know that I was the one who put the potion on your uniform”. “Your scent. Your perfume was very strong that it lingered on my door’s knob. Don’t tell me that you wear such a strong scent because you find it attractive. Believe me, it's not attractive rather it’s disgusting”, I replied.

She had on a different perfume and the scent was so strong that I had to scrunch my nose to protect my delicate nostrils. “Yeah. Damn, are you looking to kill someone?” I asked, looking at her with accusing eyes. She seemed confused for a moment, then her eyes lit up in realization. “Oh, the perfume. Sorry.” She chuckled and added, “I didn't realize that the scent was that strong. It's Burberry goddess intense.” “Nearly murdered me with it,” I said, rising to my feet. She rose too and she followed me as I made my way out of the auditorium. “Are you sure you're okay?” She asked. She laid one hand gently on my shoulder and I turned my head sideways.

It that point, the confused Hazel looked at him in trepidation, and wondered why he doubted her. Meanwhile, the excited Alfred ignored the fear on her face, and proceeded with the next question, “Now, tell me, what did you use to make your perfume that made it different from mine?”

The room fell into silence. Outside the window, the Parisian sky blazed with shades of red and orange as the day began to fade. A new chapter was closing, but for Camille, everything felt as if it were just beginning. Antoine’s words, bold as they were, ignited a spark in Camille—a spark of passion that she thought had long been extinguished. Perfume wasn’t just about scent; it was about stories, emotions, and journeys that transcend time, reaching into the deepest corners of the soul.

Saira don't be dramatic. Taking deep calming breathes usually works but evidently that too turned out to be a bad idea. My nostrils itched as his heady spicy smell invaded it, more than it already was. I wonder what perfume he uses. "Amouage interlude." The amused sound in his words made me look into his eyes and my face took an horrified look when I realised what he had just said. Had I said that aloud? "Yes you did." Amusement dripped from his eyes as his lips twitched at the corners.

•Juliet POV• My eyes widned in shock as the realization hit me. My voice shook as I muttered, “That means... the perfume out there is just a replica of Jace Perfume.” Vera’s face tightened. She let out a slow breath and nodded. “This must’ve been how James did it. He took the original and replaced it with fakes. No wonder people were getting burns and rashes. It wasn’t ours.”

But her eyes? Fuck. Those eyes. Doe-like. As blue and as deep as the sea. Same exact goddamn eyes. You needed to have seen how she rolled those eyes when I slipped two fingers inside her. Fuck. And that scent... God, that fucking perfume. She wore it that night, too. I never figured out the name, but it’s been tattooed in my head ever since. Sweet. Warm. Sin-drenched. Every girl I’ve touched since has felt wrong because none of them smelled like her. None of them tasted like her.

He had booked a date with someone and gone on it and came home smelling like her perfume and that was entirely his business and nothing to do with me. I knew that. I repeated it three times to make sure it stuck. Then I lay down on top of the covers with my shoes still on and stared at the ceiling and thought about the particular cruelty of noses, which remembered things without your permission. And that perfume, I could still remember the cologne, it was floral, I could swear it was…

The man paused for a minute, his eyes filled with wrath as he returned his gaze to the destroyed village. The man had arrived for one and only one reason. He was on the lookout for a fragrance that had tricked him, so he burned everything inside, leaving a mound of ash and bodies to fester. As he hissed in contempt, the flames of the cabin mirrored in his hatred-filled eyes. He was certain that the smell he had been pursuing for almost a century, the trophy he desired more than anything else, lay beneath the wreckage. There was no trace of a beast when he arrived. The man turned to continue marching towards the forest as lightning struck the sky, and heavy rain fell from the darkened sky, wa