The Scent Of Betrayal Novels & Stories

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

I examined his face as if to detect a hint of sarcasm or humour, but his usual scowl was replaced with a soft tenderness of truth. “But…” I started. “But nothing, you were right,” he started “you are not side chick material, and for you I’m willing to change the way I am. I want to be with you and only you Harper” he finished. I felt a knot in my throat at this. I wanted nothing more than to have Gabriel Mason as my lover, but how long would it last. How long until he got tired of being monogamous and started looking around. As if he could read my thoughts he said: “I’ll never get sick of you Harper, I swear”. He leaned over as if to kiss me, but simply grabbed my empty bowl and cutlery and

He replied. "You have already betrayed her," one cried. "You stole a piece of her soul. You stole it and you cannot give it back." He searched his broken memory. For a moment he smelled a wisp of fragrance, a scent of something clean and fresh in the midst of the decaying rot surrounding him. The taste of her was in his mouth. His heart beat strong and steady. Everything in him settled. She was real. He took a breath, let it out, breathing away the shadows around him, yet more grief poured in.

Everything was black. But an alluring, powerful scent pulled me up to the surface. A lifeline that forced me to breathe and persuaded me to keep breathing. The pain of betrayal after watching Carter choose Kaya was hard to ignore, but the scent was so strong that it distracted me from the pain and wanted me to focus on it. It stirred my inner wolf, wanting me to search for whoever that was. There was fear and hesitation in me, but my curiosity was so intense that I had to do it. With Macy shaking me violently on my shoulders, reality sucked me back as I stared at her terrified face.

I said, emphasizing each word before finally leaving the house. The betrayal they committed just stings so bad. But I don't know. It feels more like guilt to me. I'm hurting because I feel like I've lost the right to be hurt because of what I did last night. I don't know. Everything is so messy, and I just want to leave. Before I could completely leave the gate, someone pulled my arm from behind, causing me to stop.

My lung expands and it feels like the air I'm breathing in burns with the putrid smell of this man. Why did I never notice how badly he smelt? It isn't like he smells disgusting or vile. It's the heaviness of his scent. Musky and thick, like something that doesn't even exist. Of course because he's dead. I take an involuntary step back and try to breath easier. He follows me closely, and I wrap my fingers around my neck, wheezing. "Get back. Get away from me, I can't breath." I choke out, but his eyes darken, laden with mockery.

Not even his life. I turned away from him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as if it would wipe away the bitterness of his betrayal I still tasted. Sabelle was nearby, silently watching us with her enigmatic smile. I passed her, needing to regain some composure. My eyes traveled over the vast garden, the abundant flowers, their sweet scent muted by the acrid smell of smoke. What a waste to destroy it all. I noticed Sabelle out of my peripheral walking towards Fritz.

“We have to go. Now!” But Vic didn't move. His eyes were glued to the credit card lying on the floor - it had fallen out of Alexandra's hand in the chaos. With a quick movement, he picked it up. “Do you trust me?” Stefan took her hand. Vic stared at the man he thought had betrayed him just hours ago. The man who had fallen in love with him in the midst of his revenge plan. “I don't have any other choice, do I?” Stefan smiled - the smile that always made him fall in love. “We always have a choice, schatje. But now, we have to make the right choice.”

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

I don’t say anything. He lets go. I don’t want him to, but he does. He stands and heads toward his study, the sound of his phone an electronic echo, a too-familiar tone. It stops as soon as it starts, and I am left with the silence again, with the silence and the memory of his touch, with the silence and the memory of his betrayal, with the silence and the memory of what we were, of what I thought we were, of what I thought I knew. His scent is different now. It is not his. It is someone else’s.