The Tyrant's Only Perfumer Novels & Stories

Melanie explained. Cyrus put down her fragrance and lowered his head, remaining silent for a moment before saying, "Indeed, I could smell the feeling you describe in this fragrance. It makes me feel like I’m carrying a heavy curse and fate." "Does it have a name?" Cyrus asked again. "This is an international competition, and I want to highlight the characteristics of our domestic contestants. Coincidentally, the Yorks intend to invest, so I plan to design the perfume packaging in an ancient Ustalian style, in collaboration with the family's patriotic reputation. I've thought about the name, and I intend to call it 'Snow Between the Brows.'"

For now, she was off-limits. With her hair in an up-do elegant style, sculpted around her head, and with a few loose strands framing, her sweet face was like an icon I worshiped. Her sweetness far exceeded her perfection and the closer she got, the more enticing aromas of freesia and orchids drove my nostrils insane. It was as if an entire flower garden was unfolding before my eyes, allowing me to enter and get drunk with their scent. And in the middle of that garden was her, Teresa, fitting into a perfect frame. Now I knew that this perfume was something that I would always crave for.

Why did my house staff think I was seven feet tall? I tiptoed and even stretched but I still couldn't reach it. Gosh, what was this? Should I climb a stool or something? I puffed out an annoyed breath and tried again, the hem of my silk dress inching higher with every attempt. And just as I was about to grab the shelf for balance like a wild raccoon, a large, masculine hand reached effortlessly past me… and plucked the jar like it was nothing. I froze. My breath hitched, spine straightening. His cologne slammed into my nostrils, causing my heart to race. I'm imagining things….that scent…

Smells like aftershave and curry. She’s not going to come out on her own. Not after what happened at the Commons. She can’t be pleased that she didn’t get the response she was looking for. Or maybe she will come out. She’ll have decided on a price. She’ll have red lips and her tits out, and she’ll purr “want to put something in my box” like her female relatives do when I walk past on the solstice. My fists tighten, and my cock jerks. I’ll scrub her face clean if she does that. Her mouth, too.

“But you and him, it would be different. Tyrith always did what you asked him. I bet he would come if you asked him. No, if you call him right now and say ‘Tyrith, I need you’, he would be here faster than the speed of light. If they locked the two of you in a room, Tyrith would let you dominate him. But what I can’t stop trying to imagine is how he looks in bed. Do those round eyes glow with his arousal? Does his smooth whisky colored skin get red? Do his cheeks get flush? Those lips. Perfect lips. They always were red. Do they get crimson when he’s kissed? What do his pheromones smell like when he’s turned on? Does he let it loose or does he conserve it? What…” I tried not to hear what els

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

She wasn’t the type to steal another woman’s husband. Relief washed over me, but only partially. A flicker of doubt remained. I distinctly remembered Delisha asking me for a perfume recommendation once. I had suggested Dark Musk, and she had loved it. Since then, it had been her signature scent. But the perfume I smelled on Tyler wasn’t Dark Musk. It was something else.

The Cory perfume is widely known for its capability to grab the attention of men, and it is banned by maids to use it. "I'm so sorry, your Highness. I never intentionally…"

“I don’t. But, it made me realize how naughty you could get. So, you are going to take whichever of those two things you prefer and you are going to put on a show for me.” The smile on her face slowly faded away. “What is it going to be, Arianna. Chocolate or cream?” I took a seat by the foot of the bed and watched her. I said a brief thank you to my shopper for picking out those underwear. “You want a show? I can do that. What’s your preference?” she asked, shaking the cans in her hand. “Dealer's choice.” She dropped her left hand and let the bottle of chocolate syrup fall to the floor. Walked up to me and stood directly in front of me.

It was a strange power struggle, and Richard felt as if he was awakening for the second time with how furious his inner wolf became when he denied its wishes. Even after Emily was ushered into the meeting room, Richard stood by the door in a daze, allowing himself to indulge in the perfume lingering in the air. Her perfume was different from everyone else’s. It was a mix of woody undertones, lemon-scented detergent, honey and the sea. Now that Richard thought about it, did perfume manufacturers make such an odd blend of smells? He was certain detergent wouldn’t make a popular perfume.