Unbreakable Bond Perfume 소설 & 이야기

Minna was beautiful, no doubt, she had high cheekbones, a long neck, and a dazzling mouth, but she wasn’t Yolian. “Darling,” her peachy voice broke out, seductive as ever. “How are you?” I ran my hand through my hair. “I think I’m doing fine.” She looked at me and gave an unsatisfactory sound. “Hmph. And how is your back?” “Better than ever.” She ran her hands down my back, sending shivers down my spine. Minna was lovely when she wanted to be. “You still need to change the band-aid.” She dug out the first aid kit and began to work her way through my back, soothing the pain with an ointment before applying the band-aid on it. “Abien,” she kissed my neck as she laid the band-aid properly, then

He walked to his study where the woman with grey hair and a long flowy gown with a shawl sat as she sipped on some herbal ginger and aloe vera tea. "Agatha, I'm really sorry to have called you unannounced but I'm sure you're aware of the reason why I did." Izan went straight to the point as soon as he entered the study. "Yes, your beta told me you want to break the bond with your mate." The sweet incense-smelling woman replied calmly. "That is exactly what I want." He pointed a finger at the high priestess in apprehension. "Because of Helena?" Izan nodded. "Alpha Izan, it is impossible to break the bond with your destined mate."

Closing my eyes, I took her hands in mine. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had no other choice. I had lost so much already and I wasn't losing Nina this time. I felt the magic come alive in my bones like fire—natural, forbidden, desperate. I hadn't summoned a spell in so long, especially since— I could feel light spread beneath my skin and through hers. “Goddess of the moon, let her wounds be undone, bring back the broken, make her whole as one.” As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place.

The moment I heard my father's voice, all my defenses collapsed. "Dad, I lost. I lost everything…" I admitted defeat weakly. His voice immediately turned sharp as he demanded, "Tell me where you are. I'll tear him apart myself!" I opened my eyes. There was no love or hatred left in me, only resolve. "Dad, there's no need to dirty your hands. But I need a potion to dissolve the mate bond. I want to sever the bond with him completely. I… want to go home."

Yet, she hadn’t come in to see her. "Mom..." Lucille whispered, her voice tinged with sadness. "Don’t worry about her. She’ll get through it," Louis interrupted softly. Lucille hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you think I shouldn't have broken the bond?" Her voice was full of pain. Louis paused, putting the herbs down, and looked at her seriously. "Do you want the truth?" he asked gently. Lucille nodded, her eyes wide with expectation. "That bond was long overdue to be broken," he whispered.

"As much as I wanted to rip this fucking dress off right now, I would preserve it for later. The show is important for you and all of us. Everyone is waiting for us there Baby." "Uhu... No, I..." But he didn't let her finish and kissed her once again. But, before she could feel the pleasure, he stopped and break the kiss, making her grumpy at the function. Soon, the award ceremony started and the announcement of the best perfume was 'essence of dreams' and of course, the perfumer is Scarlett. It was even told that her perfumer surpassed the method and popularity of the legendary perfume 'love drops'. And this perfume she specially designed thinking of her mother.

“What? I’m just saying. If you’re going to burn the whole room down with this unresolved tension, at least make it entertaining.” Ashleigh turned away, trying to regain control of herself. Beau chuckled, then lifted a perfume vial, eyeing it thoughtfully. “By the way, Ash. Not to spoil your moment,” he said, “I just remembered something interesting about this scent.” Ashleigh frowned. “What?” Beau smirked. “It’s exclusive.” Adrian’s gaze sharpened. “Explain.” Beau swirled the vial between his fingers. “The perfume you described? It’s not something you find in a store. It’s custom-made.”

Surrounding them, beautiful, meaningful photos of models holding the perfumes filled the walls, capturing the essence of empowerment and sophistication. Giddy with excitement, I sauntered over to simply observe how people were reacting to our products. I couldn’t help but smile as I noticed that many guests were naturally magnetized to our area, captivated by the alluring fragrances that filled the air. “Ooh, I am loving this Unbreakable scent!” a young woman exclaimed as she sprayed some on her wrist and took a whiff of it. “It suits me, really.” “I know,” her friend agreed with a smile. “It’s perfect for strong, powerful, and independent women like us.”

Then I walked three doors down to the perfume boutique. The saleswoman recognized desperation when she saw it. "Gift?" she asked. "Yes." "What does she usually wear?" "Something elegant and warm," I said. She pulled a bottle from the shelf. Dark glass. Gold cap. "This is our bestseller. Jasmine. Vanilla. Sandalwood." "Perfect, I'll take it." She wrapped it carefully while I stood there, hands in my pockets, smilling. Flowers, perfume, and chocolate. It always worked with Selene.

Unbreakable. I pressed one last lingering kiss to his forehead, then his lips, letting the moment stretch, savoring it, embedding it into the marrow of us both. My hands gripped his waist, holding, grounding, claiming. The bond hummed, vibrating, a tangible force that wrapped around us, tight and unbreakable. “You are mine,” I repeated softly, and this time, there was no doubt, no hesitation. “Marked by me. Claimed by me. Always.”