Novel & Cerita The Scent Of Betrayal

He smiled down at her and she ducked her head down, giving him a light squeeze on his shoulder as they swayed. "Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute I was stone cold sober I pulled you closer to me chest And you asked me to stay over I said I already told ya I think that you should get some rest" He pulled her to his chest and she gladly welcomed the feeling and his smell, a very captivating sensual scent like sandlewood, leather and vanilla. "I knew I loved you then But you'd never know Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you

And sure enough, Jefferson lay back on Hugo's chest. But Jefferson already realized that there was something strange, Homer's breathing sounded weird, and for some reason, instead of feeling happy, Jefferson felt annoyed. The annoyance emanated from a familiar, malevolent aura, Jefferson winced, and instead of the refreshing smell of sandalwood, he smelled a foreign cologne. His hunch was telling him that something was wrong, which made Jefferson unable to go back to sleep, he got up again, but this time he opened his eyes. And how surprised Jefferson was when he saw Hugo smiling lecherously at him with his hands still perched on Jefferson's waist.

The only person, I could bet my whole savings on, that wouldn't be smiling is Adelaide. "I'm happy you told me. It's always good to talk to a friend about these things, even if they don't have the perfect answer." He smiled his thanks and I felt sick to the stomach. Oh, no. Here I was. Lying to two people I cared about. I wasn't only going to hurt Carson, I was going to hurt Morris too. I'd never been one to get attached to anyone but now, and I had always wished I could as easily as people did, but now that it was happening, I hated that it. I hated that I was in this case. I hated that people were trusting me. I hated that others were calling me out. I hated that any decision I made, someo

I said, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees as I locked eyes with him, “you’re not dying because of the money.” His face crumpled in confusion, tears pooling in his eyes. “W-what?” “No,” I continued, my voice soft but devoid of any humanity. “You’re dying because of one word. Betrayal.” His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “Boss, I didn’t mean—” “Save it.” I stood, towering over him, my shadow swallowing him whole. “Do you know what betrayal smells like, John?” I sniffed the air dramatically, then smirked. “It reeks. I can smell it on you.”

And why did she care so much about what he thought? Left alone, Ava finished her meal in silence. Almost without thinking, she found herself scrolling through I*******m, landing on Sophie and Gabe's pages. Photos of them together, looking happy and in love, filled the screen. The familiar pain of betrayal washed over Ava, and she felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. But she quickly wiped them away, refusing to cry. Not again. Instead, she grabbed the TV remote, flipping through channels in search of something to distract her from the ache in her chest.

While I was as calm as an undisturbed lake on the surface, beneath me was a troubled sea tossing back and forth with waves of emotion. I wanted to turn around and yell at him to demand answers, to ask when he had stopped loving me and how he could betray me. But I don't care anymore, knowing that he chose to betray me and toss away everything we've built out the window changed nothing. I wouldn't give him the chance to fill my head up with lies. I got Up the stairs, then I heard a heavy thud, and my heart went up to my throat.

Eleanor I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the taste of betrayal. Bitter doesn’t cover it. Acidic comes close, but even that feels too delicate, too poetic, for what it does to your heart when it detonates in your chest. It started with the scent.

Beck hated betrayal above all else, especially the humiliation of being cheated on and made a scapegoat. Furious, he brutally beat Katie nearly to death. He also revoked all the property he had given her and sent her child to an orphanage. Penniless and desperate, Katie tried to find work, but Beck had warned every employer about her, leaving her unable to get hired. With no other options, she turned to singing in bars and relying on wealthy men for support. Eventually, one of those men's wives caught her and beat her badly once more. Katie blamed Beck for all her suffering, which ultimately drove her to carry out that day's acid attack.

But the moment Maddie walked out of the studio, the smile slipped off Olivia’s face like a silk sheet yanked away. Her hands dropped to her sides, fingers clenching. Her jaw tightened. Then, a whisper, filled with venom: “I’m going to show you how it feels to be betrayed, Maddie.” Tears slipped silently down Olivia’s cheeks, hot and angry. “You’ll feel worse than I did… two years ago.” The memory crashed into her like thunder. Her eyes darkened with quiet rage. “I’m going to show you how it feels to be betrayed, Maddie,” she muttered under her breath. “How you made me feel two years ago.”

Our strides fell into rhythm without effort, instincts aligning in a way that sent a strange ache through my chest. His wolf brushed against mine mentally. It was curious, warm and familiar. Mate, his wolf murmured. Mine responded with a low hum that felt like acknowledgment. We found the first trail near a dry riverbed. My nose catches a rotting scent as if something died. And someone tried to cover it up with a bottle of perfume. “What is that horrible smell?" I asked as we stopped to shift back into our human self. “Rogue scent. That was the terrible job of a sloppy rogue. He must have been impatient to go out.