Unforgivable Woman Perfume Novels & Stories

I whined, gripping his hand with a pleading look on my face " I won't, I love you too more than you think. I don't feel like forgiving myself that easily so what can I do to make it up to you?" He said softly with a little warm smile " Give me your perfume." I said, smiling with my big puppy eyes " Ohh Peter, I wear many different perfumes. so you should specify, I wear CREED AVENTUS, Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford, Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani, Savage and Hugo for Men by Hugo Boss." I counted

The shower water was splashing down on both of their bodies but it did nothing to calm that anger building up inside them for each other. “And about stripping myself naked for a man like you then don't worry about it. My days haven't turned so bad that I would have to remove my clothes for a man almost twice my age, Mr Devil Alfanso,” she seethed out at him. He flared his nostrils, processing the meaning behind her words. Her audacious nature and filthy big mouth were getting under his skin and in the worst possible way because he had never let anyone talk to him like this ever, except for that one specific person whom he had lost 7 years ago.

In a low voice, he said, “Miss Ford, your perfume is making me sick to my stomach.” Tiffany was shocked by what Nathan had said. After the way he’d helped her Father, she had expected him to be more respectful of her. And more welcoming. Furthermore, she had deliberately chosen the most seductive perfume she had. It was called “Opium” and was also known as “Liquid Diamond. A lot of female celebrities liked to use this expensive perfume. Unfortunately, Nathan thought her well-chosen perfume smelled like shit. “I didn’t know that you don’t like perfume,” she said. “While I am here, I won’t wear any. I understand why you think the body’s natural fragrance is the best perfume.” As she spoke, she

Cartwright’s cryptic warning from the night before seemed to weave seamlessly into her subconscious, making the nightmare feel heavier, more real, than it ever had before. "Get a grip," she muttered to herself, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "It’s just a dream. You have a job to do." Forcing her racing pulse to slow, she walked into the bathroom, took her shower and began her daily transformation. She reached for the specialized, pungent concoction Mr. Cartwright had insisted she use. He had changed the perfume he'd given to her last week to this one. Saying the perfume wasn't as potent as this one is. Seraphina had never like any but the bitter truth is that the perfume's scent

Madam Holiway looked over her shoulder to make sure we were still alone before quietly continuing. “I am willing to accept you will wear one of my dresses today only because I owe Mr. Aster my thanks for helping me get where I am today. But I will never support nor acknowledge a mistress. Now—I have already told you that you can choose a dress from that rack over there.” She points, “They are all one of a kind but none passed my general standard. They are a perfect representation of you.” She looked over me then and said, “you appear to have the same measurements as Mrs. Aster. Tell me what style you like and I can grab it so that this can be done. Preferably before you say or do something t

"One of the ladies from the yoga class gave this to me. Says she seduced a Dubai tycoon with it." The perfume smelled sickeningly sweet and sugary that I almost gagged. “Go get that billionaire.”

“Holy mother of Jesus!! “ Christiana almost yelled as she stared at the perfume in her hand. ENCHANTED by Da Vinci was the world's most expensive perfume that is worth millions of dollars. Even in all her years of living, Christiana can never purchase such a fortune. With her hands slightly shaking, Christiana was in a hurry to keep it back but to her horror, it slipped off her palms and went shattering to pieces on the floor. Christiana went stiff immediately and her mind went blank. She stood frozen on the spot, her eyes protruded greatly as she stared at the mess she just created, still trying to digest what the fuck just happened. The realization hit her that she had just broken a millio

She called out, “Mommy.” Paityn was very fond of her child. She leaned in toward Carol, who clung to her tightly. This forced the former to lean against Jamie’s shoulder, allowing him to easily catch a whiff of her perfume. It was a fragrance called “Black Opium.” Gwen was particularly fond of that scent. Jamie prided himself on not being a lecherous man. However, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander when Paityn dressed this way and the scent of her perfume enveloped her as she leaned against him.

It would be her first time in front of Jackson Carson. And she would not waste the opportunity. After reviewing every detail, Vivian opened her small pocket mirror again. Her face was flawless, with a glow that blended sweetness and mystery. Feeling ready, she put the mirror away, but there were still some finishing touches to make. She adjusted her pink dress, discreetly opening two extra buttons, just enough to reveal the delicate black lace that molded to her skin. A subtle but calculated detail. Then she took a bottle of special perfume from the drawer, developed by a confidant from the chemistry course at the University of São Paulo. It was no ordinary fragrance: it had sophisticated no

Just as he had requested. The fool. I reached for my most expensive perfume, the one that made men weak in the knees, and dabbed it along my pulse points—my neck, my wrists, the valley of my breasts. The intoxicating scent filled the room, wrapping around me like a seductive spell. One special thing about this perfume was that it didn’t just make men weak in the knees, it concealed my scent entirely. A rare, potent blend crafted from moonshade flowers and wolfsbane, designed to seal the wearer's natural smell. No wolf, no matter how strong, could track me once it settled on my skin.