The Tyrant's Only Perfumer Novels & Stories

"I recognize that scent. It's all over you. It's fresh." I closed my eyes tight. I'm dead. Xavier kept his voice soft, controlled. "You're imagining things." "Really?" Freya sounded like she was standing right outside the door now. "Then why does the entire living room smell like sex? What is wrong with you that you have to flirt with every Omega you see? Am I not pretty enough? Sexy enough? Am I not submissive enough?"

TYRION She smelled like orange flowers and cinnamon, a peculiar combination of wild, spicy, and sweet. Hell, I couldn't even recall the last time I remembered any she-wolf's scent so precisely... Or actually, I do remember when. I could never forget the deliciously tempting strawberry and jasmine scent my mate had… Shit. The pain in my chest increased once more. I needed to clear my head and focus on important matters.

she said, but my mind was focused on one thing. The name Tyrone echoes through my head like a goddamn gunshot. Tyrone. My nostrils flare as I catch the faint, lingering trace of her scent. And underlying it, a faint, metallic, sulfurous heat that makes Malek instantly hit the panic button in my brain. It isn't a wolf scent. It’s heavy. Reptilian. Ancient. ‘No,’ Malek roars suddenly, a violent, guttural rumble vibrating in my throat before I can suppress it.

"You could have anyone. Models. Actresses. High-born wolves who would kill for this." "My wolf is a picky bastard," Tyler says. There's frustration in his voice now. Anger, even. "He won't tolerate the scent of another woman. He wants you." He leans in closer, and I smell smoke and rain and that earthy pine scent that makes my wolf whine. "So here we are." His face is inches from mine now. I can see every detail—the slight scar through his eyebrow, the perfect straightness of his nose despite it being broken before, the cruel curve of his mouth.

Luca's voice of reasoning sounds from behind. Lyrien doesn't care, his claws nicks against Tyr's neck, drawing blood. "Explain to me why you smell so much like him!" The angry pheromones emanating from Lyrien are pungent, and corroding, like a toxic bite from a venomous animal; Tyr's skin rapidly turns a greyish colour, his lips cracking with ice. Lyrien's gaze remains bloodshot, "Where is my mate?!" He spits again. "I don't...know... Who your mate is!" Tyr sobs, then almost instantly, his eyes flare with a sudden realization "It's you!" He chokes, releasing a painful gasp when Lyrien's grip eases, but only slightly.

Tybur very badly, he was also embarrassed to let Celica watch her grandmother yell at others. "I'm so sorry, Celica, that's what my grandma is. She always scolds Mr. Tybur and I don't dare ask what happened, so I never knew why she hated Tybur". Celica looked at Andy's face, then started to smile shyly so that her friend wouldn't be embarrassed in this situation, she wanted to help Mr. Tybur and Andy fulfill her wish, so she left Andy's room went to the upper house to solve the problem, the scene in the upper house was dilapidated and appeared many cracks, but Mrs. Ferty used her painting talent to paint beautiful pictures and hang them on the walls where the walls are cracked, and moldy, th

I slipped on a matching panty, then opened my perfume box. My eyes drifted over every single bottle before finally landing on— My most expensive piece. Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium. I spritzed the perume lightly against my skin, smirking in triumph. “One thousand out of ten says I'm ready.” I twirled to the door pushing it open, gaze locked on Henry's room down the corridor. I reached his door in a few seconds. Then stopped. Waves of anticipation hammered against my chest. I stared at the doorknob, exhaling deeply.

he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".

TWILLY D’HERMES EAU POIVREE EAU DE PARFUM – perfume made me smell good while adding more to everything. Knock. Knock. Knock. I was about to leave the room when a knock on the door came. Since it was a knock, I was pretty sure, it was Tiger. Without thinking twice, I opened the door immediately. OH! MY GOD. Holy, Jesus. I could not resist myself from going close to him. The commanding subtler fragrance of MARC JACOB DECADENCE offered a perfect cologne. I was quite close to him. Close. Quite close.

he answered while nodding his head. Maya looked at me in horror. “I never knew I had that kind of smell,” she said while sniffing herself. “I took a bath before . . . you take us,” she said, lowering her voice. “Only we can smell it,” Tyron replied in amusement. “And it smells really good,” he added. My eyebrows met when Tyron said that. I doubted more and more what kind of creatures they really are. “Why? Why are you the only ones who can smell it? What are you people?” I asked irritably. I wanted to whack the face of the guy smiling at me.