Novel & Cerita The Perfume Collector Synopsis

Isabelle sighed, feeling trapped and helpless, and ordered Kelvin to go out and get ready for her outing. As Isabelle entered the bathroom, she was enveloped by the familiar scent of Collins' cologne. The fragrance was intense and overwhelming, transporting her back to the passionate moments they shared earlier. Her heart raced slightly as she breathed in the scent, her body responding to the fragrance like a Pavlovian reflex. She tried to shake off the feeling, focusing on the task at hand—getting ready for the outing. But the scent lingered, a constant reminder of Collins' presence and the hold he had on her.

He lowered his head before biting her neck. A strong scent assaulted her nose. Though her senses were weakened yet she could identify that fragrance, that cologne. It was the latest one from Chanel, the only one available in the world. It was the one she stole from her brother's brand-new collection and gifted it to Mark. Though the Tangs may have collapsed, they still lived like the royals that they are. The Tang Corporations became empty but because of their grandpa, they didn't lose their assets. Her brother never used perfumes or such things, yet he like playing around with them, studying those formulas. It has been like that ever since they were kids. So, one enormous room of the villa

Gone are the days of malls seen in old magazines; it looked like fun but I’d be bored in three seconds with no one to kill. “Take your time.” I say sarcastically when I’ve done a full circuit of the store, I’ve dropped multiple items next to the till and now I’m just waiting for the collector to come and help me. I made the mistake of trying to rush one of the collectors before and I have a scar on my left shoulder from where he shot me. Francis just laughed and told me he would have done worse if I had done that to him. Collectors run our shops; they have little to do with The Academy and have rules of their own.

Alana whispered to Anne. "Yeah, I got it, Mom." "That perfume I gave you, put it on yourself beforehand." Anne hesitated and nodded. Alana asked someone to bring Anne a special perfume, which was actually an aphrodisiac but relatively hidden, allowing people to be unwittingly seduced. However, Etan warned Anne the last time she drugged him. This time, she hesitated. "Mom...Jean has gone to see Robert." Anne grabbed Alana's arm anxiously. "It doesn't matter, that loser, he won't say anything!" Alana laughed contemptuously.

It was the last train alright, and I didn’t dare think of what would happen to me here if I had to extend my stay. “Lost in my own little world, I failed to decipher the body that had placed himself just right before me. It was his strong cologne that brought me back to reality. The scent of his perfume was so strange, I couldn’t put a picture to it. It was as if it had been mystically made in the lab and for its signature scent to only be recognised by its owners. But it was so STRONG! So strong that I could feel myself suffocating. I drowsily turned to my left to get a picture of the person with the cologne. How could he possibly be okay with wearing that, was he even breathing properly? M

The collector smiled. "You misunderstand." His eyes gleamed. "There were hundreds once." Drift crossed his arms. "So?" "This is the last one." The room went quiet. Even Drift understood that. Not because it was sacred. Because it was rare. The collector smiled again. That same awful smile. The smile of a man collecting pieces of something dying. Like mounting heads on a wall. Nero hated him instantly. The ride home was quiet for a long time. Drift broke first. "Still got paid."

All I know is that I always want to smell and sniff him whenever I am with him, and because of that, I am now also using his expensive perfume. When I asked him if it was okay with him that we wear the same perfume, he said he had no problem with it and that was what he preferred so that those who could smell me, especially men, would immediately know that I was already taken. I didn't know whether to believe what he said or not, so I just laughed at him at that time. Stefano was so happy that we were now using the same perfume that he immediately ordered a hundred pieces. I was so surprised when it was delivered to our penthouse, and at the same time, I'm so happy because I'm becoming a bit

“Perfume?” He sprayed it lightly on the back of his hand and inhaled. His eyes closed, and the calm wash over him was visible in every line of his face. “This… this is so calming. I love it. Where’d you get it? I need more.” Cassie giggled like a kid. The sight of him so captivated made her heart swell. She reminded him of Rose for a fleeting moment, small and wide-eyed, utterly delighted. “It’s my first perfume collection. I made this sample just for you, and I promise you… you’ll have a lifetime supply.”

Gorgeous and sexy and all man. “Haven't you forgotten something?” Miss Rowland asked Genie as she swung the tan leather suitcase off the bed. “Have I? What?” “This,” the old lady said, and produced from her lap a small bottle of perfume. It was made of black and white cut glass, with a black cap. “Oh, Miss Rowland!” Genie exclaimed, tears pricking her eyes as the old lady pressed it into her hand.

I felt his hand slide down the wall and wrap around my waist, fingers digging into my hip hard enough to bruise. My heart was slamming against my ribs. The bond was screaming at me to lean in, to close the distance, to let him— “What the hell is that smell?” Colt’s voice cut through the haze. Dominic’s grip on me loosened slightly, and I used the opportunity to duck under his arm and put some distance between us. Colt was staring at the shattered vial on the floor. He had always been a smart man. I realized that now. “Scent-intensifying perfume,” he whispered.