The Perfume Burned His Eyes Novels & Stories

So how the hell did someone open my window from the outside and who could that be? I walked towards the window and that was when I was hit with a perfume that has haunted my dreams for a very long time. I perceived the perfume and It nearly knocked the breath out of me as my throat felt too dry to even inhale properly. It was Serena’s perfume, the same one she always uses each time she comes around.

Her words cut off instantly when the sharp burning mist filled the air. “AHHH!” Serena and Jane screamed together, covering their faces as the burning gas hit their eyes and skin. Their bodies trembled, and tears streamed down their cheeks. The smell of the pepper gas spread sharply through the hallway. “Stop! It burns! Please!” Serena cried, falling to her knees, coughing and gasping for air. Her makeup ran down her face, mixing with tears. Jane was choking and waving her hands blindly, her voice raw. “You’ll pay for this! My father will destroy you!” she shouted, but her voice was already breaking from the sting in her throat.

I groan, slipping my arms around the material, and then breathing him in. Pathetically, I cry, letting out my pain as my heart breaks. My lust for him amps up to a dangerous level. My entire body is on fire. I groan, snatching the perfume from Caleb. “What is this?” “He peed in it. He marked the entire territory too.” He crinkles his nose in disapproval. That’s sick. I love it. I spray more, basically dousing myself in it until my body becomes so hot, I sweat. “Get out, Caleb! Get out!” I scream at him and at the same time, flames leave my mouth. I don’t care about that new ability. All I want is Rafe. He backs away, holding up his hands to show he doesn’t mean any harm.

he promised a tongue-tied Lola. Not wasting any more time, he turned and left from there. Not wanting to alert Liam that he was leaving the club, as the latter would want to force him to stay, he turned and passed another exit. As he walked, he started to feel hot. ‘What the heck?!’ he muttered to himself in surprise. He had made sure not to drink anything, so there was no way he could have been drugged unless… ‘Dammit!’ he cursed as he realized that the perfume he had inhaled was the asphoradic. Lola was indeed smart. He chuckled bitterly.

I could only imagine how he felt, but I knew he was hurting. In the end, I was fine, and he was, too. We were both scared, but it was over, now. “It’s okay, you’re okay. We’re here, now,” I whispered, rubbing his back gently. He stayed still for a moment before finally pulling away. There was a dark, passionate look in his eyes as he held me by my shoulders, looking me over. “What perfume are you wearing?” What? I stared at him in confusion. “I’m not wearing any perfume.” I really wasn’t. Maybe he was smelling the shampoo in my hair or something?

Alana cried into his chest. Alex cringed as the strong scent of her perfume assailed his nostrils. He loves Scarlett's perfume. Scarlett smelled like roses, gentile and mild. She smelt like home and sunshine. He preferred her scent to Alana's scent. He almost wanted to shove Alana off, especially when her hold on him tightened, and she began to cry into his chest. But when he raised his head and saw everyone looking at them, his mother and hers wiping tears from their eyes, he couldn't bring himself to do it no matter what.

Perfume. Lucien picked it up absentmindedly. The scent was faint now. Almost gone. Yet the moment he opened it he froze. Alina. It smelled like Alina. The fragrance instantly transported him through years of memories. Charity events. Family dinners. Quiet evenings at home. Her arms wrapping around Elowen. Her standing beside him during business galas. Always present. Always smiling. Always there. For a brief moment, the room felt painfully small. He set the bottle down carefully.

“Why? Do you have the intention to lose it? After the party you’d have to go back here to return everything!” But, can he also bring back the virginity of my eyebrows? To my horror, it wasn’t only the pin but a set! Earrings, necklaces, a bracelet, and a ring. They looked minimalistic but very elegant...How much did all that cost? To finish the look, he sprayed me with a perfume as if I was a fly. I don’t use scents! What the heck. “Oh, are you complaining?” he arched his brows, “Do you know what brand this perfume is? It’s GIVENCHY!”

It's like he knew I was outside already because without even looking, he walked right over to me. I guess it was a werewolf thing. Oy, all those times I forgot to wear deodorant...and he didn’t say anything. I must've smelled so bad, on those days. “Could you smell me all the way from across the parking lot?” I asked, handing him his gold card back to him. he shook his head. “Might as well keep it for a little bit, if you’re going to go into stores like those, it’s like they have that perfume as air. It was burning my eyes.” He had to rub his eyes with his free hand, to prove his point.

He leaned forward and drove the large bundle of glowing, red-hot cigarettes straight into the man's left eye and cheek. The sound was terrible. A loud hiss filled the convenience store as the extreme heat melted through the man's skin, burning straight into his flesh. The horrible smell of burning hair and scorched skin filled the air. The pervert’s body went completely stiff, his back arching off the floor as a loud, screeching scream tore from his throat, a sound so full of pure agony it didn't even sound human anymore. Raphael held the fire there, pressing it down harder, turning his hand slowly to make sure the heat destroyed everything beneath it.