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.'"

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.

Chapter 63 If the devil wore perfume, she imagined it would smell like hers, the notes of oud and amber coiling through the air like subtle poison. Tania checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one final time, admiring the silk blouse cinched at her waist, the designer sunglasses that veiled the madness behind her eyes, and the dark lipstick she applied like war paint. No one would question her intentions today. She didn’t look like the type who came bearing vengeance. She looked just like an influential mother who'd just come to enroll her three-year-old son.

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…"

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.

He gently wiped the blood and vomit off my face, and the rest of my torso. It was astonishing that the man who was known to be the tyrant, the one who had ripped someone’s heart out in front of my eyes seconds ago, was handling me like a delicate glass doll that might break, caring for me with the tenderness of a feather. My body automatically leaned into the safety of his arms, resting my head against his large chest. "Fuck!" he cursed, as he wrapped his arms around me, supporting my limp body. I slowly breathed into his skin, inhaling his spicy musk. With each whiff, my erratic heart moved away from this chaotic butcher house and towards the calm green pastures, detangling my thoughts and