The Perfume Burned His Eyes Novels & Stories

I had always wanted him and thought I could kill two birds with one stone. But even while drunk, he refused to touch me. Even when I went to the bathroom, put on the brunette wig, and used her perfume to smell like her, he still wouldn’t touch me. He kept mumbling, drunkenly, “These are not the eyes of my Daphne” over and over again.

Jeffrey shuddered in fear, his face turning green when he heard that he had to drink five kilos of perfume. In the five kilos of perfume concentrate, at least half of it was alcohol as well as various chemical additives, mush additives, and antiseptic additives. If he really drank the five kilos of perfume, even Hades couldn’t stop him from dying! Oscar was agitated by Jeffrey’s hesitation and shouted to the guards, “If they don’t want to do it, beat the crap out of them first for starters!” “Yes, boss!” Under his command, the brawny guards surged forwards and surrounded Jeffrey and Wendy.

Sophie almost bumps her head into the front glass of my car, “What’s wrong with you?” I accidentally stepped on the break. The billboard shows Darren’s face. Brilliant and so handsome. He looks so sleek in his tuxedo. It was an advertisement for one of Flame’s perfume brands for men, and he was featured as the brain and ambassador of the company. It suits him very well.

he said applying some more on his trousers. I chuckled cause he really wanted to even drink it.... "Guess how much this perfume is? It's super costly. Dad gets his cosmetics from abroad" he explained. Wow! "This is the most expensive one he has...He--" There was silence from him as the perfume bottle fell from his hands and landed on the floor.... It shattered and the liquid substance dispersed on the floor. Oh geez!.... This boy must have a death wish. I heard footsteps and I guessed it was Mr Adam.

"I thought something had happened to you. Don't cry, honey. It breaks my heart to see you like this." He leaned down and gently kissed the tip of my nose, then took my hand to show me the gift he had carefully prepared. "It's a perfume I made for you using frostweed and evening primrose. It's the only one of its kind in the whole pack. Go on, see if you like the scent." I looked at the thoughtfully chosen gift. Any time before today, I would've accepted it with joy, marveling at how much he spoiled me. But now, it only sharpened the agony inside me.

Eyes like shattered obsidian—bottomless, burning. When he touched me—just a brush—everything inside caught fire. Not pain. Not fear. Something older. My bones remembered things I hadn’t lived. His scent hit me like a prophecy. Smouldering sandalwood. Honeyed embers. Wild moonflower. A breath of starlight. “Are you hurt?” he asked, voice low. My throat locked. His gaze flicked to my knees. He knelt, deliberate. His hand hovered near my ankle, waiting.

Finally, my fingers wrap round a small vial, which I pull out, revealing the perfume I gave to him for his birthday. I don't need to ask for what to do next. I unscrew the cap and hold it beneath his nose, trying to stay close and hold it steady as he struggles to fight off his Lycan form through harsh jerks. But eventually, I hear him breathe in the sweet soft aroma of lavender. The clear bottle suddenly flashes with a blinding bright again for all but a second, before fading away to reveal Marco's eyes of oceanic blue. His breathing looses its guttural undertone by each pace, and slowly he loosens his grip on the pillar, unhooking his fingers from it, making me sigh in utter relief.

A hint of relief flickered in Lily's eyes before she suggested, "Isn't this the only thing you're actually good at, Claire? Sofia is giving you a way out. It's more than you deserve. Go on already." I didn't move a muscle. The smell of perfume hit me, and suddenly, I was thrown back seven years. Back then, Dad just brought Sofia home. Thrilled, I set out to make her very first personalized perfume, going so far as to carefully seek out the most exotic ingredients. All it took was her saying, 'I love the scent of rosemary' for me to burn my fingers on its poisonous sap. I never brought it up, but the perfume ingredients and extracts were basically like poison to someone with a delicate consti

I said sarcastically, reminding him of his previous silly accusations. “You think you can make perfume?” he asked, bending down to pick up one of the bottles. He sniffed it. “This smells like shit, Willow.” He grimaced. “This is pathetic.” “Put that down,” I demanded. This was none of his business. He had no right to be touching my perfumes. But when he saw me coming towards him, he smiled slyly. “This is a fucking waste of time,” he chuckled. Then he threw the bottle against the wall. Glass shards and perfume splattered everywhere. A pungent scent infiltrated the room.

Soon, they realized that Mandy had been silent since she received the perfume. When they turned around, they were startled by the state Mandy was in. Mandy was actually crying while holding the perfume Lana had customized for her! "Dy, are you alright?" Mandy wiped away her tears and said, "I'm fine. It just felt like my entire life was contained in this scent." The perfume Lana gave her was elegant and stunning. There was even a subtle complexity to it that ordinary people might not be able to perceive. It perfectly reflected Mandy's life.