The Perfume Burned His Eyes Novels & Stories

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

I replied nervously, my voice obviously trembling, and I swallowed the cheese in my mouth as though I was swallowing a bitter lump. "What's the name of such a weird fragrance perfume you decided to try on?" My mouth hung open, but I closed it immediately, biting on my bottom lip, gradually fanning my face with my left hand. I was reluctant to tell him the name of the perfume Jayden sprayed on me. How could I tell him that the title of the perfume I was wearing right now is a perfect erection for seduction. I found myself entranced by his hazel eyes, everything else fading away.

He was worried the chill from outside might make me cold. But it wasn't the cold that unsettled me. It was the overwhelming scent of perfume clinging to him—a sharp, cloying sweetness that didn't belong to me. I pushed him away. He wasn't expecting it, and he stumbled to the floor. "This smell," I said quietly, "is disgusting." For a moment, panic flickered across his face before he smoothed it over with feigned calm. "Oh, that? It's from the servants' new batch of liquor," he said lightly. "They love mixing flower petals into everything. Some must have spilled on me by accident."

His face was shadowed with disapproval, forming creases of furrowed brows. My gaze rested on his eyes. I'd never seen eyes like this before, his eyes were, "mesmerizing." A dark ring around his green pupils, they were the kind of eyes that would draw you in and lure you to your doom. We were so close I could smell his perfume, it wafted my nostrils - something spicy and........ A frown replaced the dazed expression on my face. The fact that I noticed those stupid details about him instead of piercing his heart with my blade pissed me off.

And then suddenly he stopped, froze, and inhaled sharply. He leaned too close. “You smell incredible,” he murmured, voice low with confusion and admiration. My stomach twisted painfully. “What perfume is this?” he asked. I kept my voice elegant and calm. “Amber wood with vanilla base oil,” I answered softly. He paused. Just like that, his body stilled. Recognition flickered in his eyes. “No one uses that combination,” he said quietly, “except… her.” My throat thickened. I turned to walk away but his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, gentle but firm.

Like he'd rather lose hours of much-needed sleep than disappoint me. "Here's your, um..." I returned his handkerchief without meeting his gaze, cringing at the damp spots my tears and snot left on the soft cloth. It smelled of his perfume. Hints of rose and vanilla mixed with a minty musk. Subtle, but intoxicating all the same. Probably ten times more expensive than my whole outfit. "Thanks. It's a little wet. Sorry." "S'alright." Enzo faintly grinned. Although the back of my eyes still stang, I smiled as sincerely as I could before turning to my side. If I sat closer to the tinted window, I'd look like I was checking the road. More importantly, I wouldn't have to look him in the eye. "You g

"I hate the smell in here. It’s... it’s vivid." "It’s just perfume, Sydney," I say, watching her closely. "Why does it bother you so much?" "When I was blind in the hospital...there was someone who wore that perfume. They’d come to see me sometimes, and it wasn't Deckard. It was someone else." "Someone else?"

One day, when we were drinking together, he reached out to cup my cheek for the first time. Under the moonlight, as his lips slowly moved toward mine, I shyly closed my eyes. But the kiss I awaited never happened. When I opened my eyes, he had disappeared. After that day, he rejected all of my calls and attempts to reach him. He refused to see me, even when I went to the fire department. I was lost. Every day, I waited at the entrance of the fire department just to see him and ask him why he was being like that. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses.

Darcel leaned closer to my face, he was dark and intimidating, like a predator, his hand still on my neck, and this time he put a slight pressure, but again that didn't inflict pain, instead heat flowed, the juices trickling down my labia. "Don't wear any other fragrance.No perfumes, no scented body wash nothing." Something tightened inside my chest. Why? I wanted to do it just for a day. Is it because I am his perfumer now? Does he think that it will come on my way of creating the best perfume? He is thinking about that even now, when I am right here at his mercy. Tears threatened my eyes, but I beat my lips, I couldn't understand why I was so overwhelmed by his words. He had a purpose for

It created a sound as if someone opened it with force. Light shone through my eyelids, making me shut my eyes tight. Shit. Out of the blue, I felt myself being lifted in the air, making me open my eyes. Alpha Shawn's side profile was the first thing that greeted me. As I inhaled deeply, I found myself completely immersed in the captivating scent of his perfume. It was a fragrance that exuded an intoxicating blend of masculinity and allure. With each breath, I felt a wave of sensations wash over me as if I was transported to a world of desire and intrigue.