The Scent Of Peace For Him Novelas e Histórias

"Don't be upset. That young lady just joined the pack. She's a bit of a perfectionist, and she doesn't even listen to me. "She's got quite the personality," he added with a smile. When we got home, he suddenly leaned in and kissed my cheek. I didn't pull away. From the back seat, Joy suddenly said, "Mom, Ms. Sophia smells like Dad." Ethan's smile froze. I forced a calm reply: "Of course she does. Your father's scent would be on his car. It has nothing to do with Ms. Sophia." "Oh." Joy nodded, not fully understanding. I got out to pick her up, trying to stay composed even though my stomach was churning.

Because I knew soon enough, peace would be the last thing any of us had. Azriel hummed again, resting his forehead against my chest as he inhaled deeply, breathing in my scent as it calmed him from whatever storm he had dealt with earlier. I smiled again, unable to help it, staring at him with so much love. ******

She smelled like earth and something I’d like to call peace. The peace I feared I'd never get a taste of.

Just like me, and maybe I was not finding happiness all this time, I was looking for peace in the middle of the chaos, how foolish… That scent, I can sniff him, I opened my eyes abruptly, 1 step, 2 step, 3 step and I turned, my legs running to follow it. 15 steps but I still can’t find it, the scent, its fading, 30 steps and I can only sense a hint of it. “Phoenix…” I whispered under my breath; I know he’s here. And I know he heard me, my heart pounded, a slow pound, a rough pound, and it’s growing impatient. I gasped and the scent grew stronger.

He held her to him and soothed her back with soft nice pats and drawing circles on her back. He laid his head in the crook of her shoulder and inhaled her in. This was the smell that soothed his troubles and his heart. This smell was home for him. He had come to associate serenity and peace with this smell. Whenever he was troubled and he would come and hold her like this and his nostrils would smell her, his heart would go back to its place with peace. He smiled when he realised that within the few weeks that they had known each other, he had come to rely on her emotionally. He felt peaceful and knew that he had made the right call by falling for her.

Whoever it was, I was supposed to be waiting for them to find me. Him. I thought. I was sure that it was a man I was waiting for. Familiar. Warm. Comforting. Whiskey. Whiskey and black coffee. Books and something bright like citrus—bergamot? It was more of a scent than a taste, so I didn’t think it was lemon or lime. Those felt too young, too… immature. I didn’t know how to describe it. My nose twitched. The memory of these scents, the way they were altogether set a deep sense of peace and comfort in me.

There’s only so long I can handle scenting Jacob and Alexander without being near them. Their scent is like a drug—one no human substance has ever come close to. It brings me a peace, a warmth, a sense of rightness that I’ve been chasing for months. So I ask Devin and Arya to call him. To bring him to me. And Goddess, as soon as he gets close, I feel it. That scent wraps around me, settles in my bones, and makes it easier to breathe.

The night I had spent without her next to me, I had been plagued by so many of them, I had woken up restless and filled with a sense of doom. Her scent was intoxicating - like spring rain, wildflowers, and rainbows. It was as refreshing as it was addicting. I rubbed my nose against her shoulders, pinning her beneath me, dragging more of her scent into my lungs. The voices in my head grew silent, and all the tension in my body melted away, leaving me in a state of calm.

I held onto him tightly, seeking solace in his presence. “I am right here, no one is going to hurt you I promise” he assured me, as he held me tightly. I pressed my face against his chest, inhaling deeply, taking in the familiar scent that brought me a sense of calm. It was a mixture of his cologne and the natural scent of his skin, a combination that was uniquely him. At that moment, his scent became my anchor. With each breath, I felt the traces of fear dissipate, replaced by a deep sense of security. His embrace was a shield, protecting me from the darkness that had threatened to consume me. It was almost like In his arms, I found peace and strength.

She wanted more and more of him. “Can... Can I hug you?” She asked. Caleb chuckled. “Yes.” Then he spread his arms and she pushed herself into his hard chest, getting more of his scent. Lily took her time to breathe him in. He smelled like heaven would. He was peaceful. He gave her that kind of peace that she needed. Like a worker after a long day meeting it soft bed. That was what Lily was feeling and she loved it and wished it would never stop.