Unscentable By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

Cecilia raised the cup to her mouth, took a tiny sip, and froze at the smell of a fragrance that caught her scent. The fragrance struck her like a blow. She pivoted, her wolf tense. There she stood. Janet Sinclair, her mom

When Wesley heard my question, he rushed in and said in disbelief, "Maggie, I'm your mate." With trembling hands, he tried to touch me, but I immediately pulled my hand away. "Don't touch me. Get away." My icy tone made him freeze on the spot. "Maggie, have you forgotten me? We have bonded for life." Instantly, my head started to hurt. Wesley tried to come closer to me. In the past, his scent could always calm me down. However, at that moment, I only found him strange and oppressive. "I said, don't touch me." My tone was still icy.

"Are you sure? You can tell me, you know." I nodded my head to his last question, and managed a smile in an effort to convince him that everything was fine. Staring into my eyes like he was making a decision between tea and coffee for morning breakfast, he took a step towards me. Then, another and another, until he couldn't take the next one without completely ramming into my face. I didn't move. I just watched, my heart almost splitting out of my chest. I swallowed the large lump hanging over my throat as a whiff of his perfume that smelled like sandalwood and oranges sipped through my nostrils.

Jake the first one to notice the difference which causes him to answer. “I’m picking up a faint smell of copper, amber and orange.” “Odd. I’m getting a faint smell of pine, cedar and sage.” “And I get the faint smell of rosemary, musk and vanilla.” Nodding my head, I move to continue. “And I got the faint smell of bergamot, fig and cumin. But that’s not all I got either. Do either you guys smell anything else besides those?” Confused by the statement do each sniff the air again only to pause for a second time since entering the room. Their eyes soon widening when catching the scent. “I smell another. The scent of lilac, lemon and almond.”

Nicole had walked out of the shop and was waiting for the maid Claire had sent with her. She turned around to look for her when she was snatched from behind. Panic set in as she didn't know what was happening. When she was tossed into the carriage, she took the moment to turn and she paled as she saw Francis. The ride to the docks was rogh as she was tied up and left on the floor. Francis didn't say a word and didn't even look at her as they rode. Once they got to the docks, he pulled her out and took her by the arm and led her onto his ship.Once on the ship, she was thrown into the cabin and the door was shut and locked. She walked over to the window in the cabin and watched with sickening

I said and they looked back at my direction, there were four of us in the group. I sat on the single couch that was there as if I owned the world, just kidding. Well, I looked at them. "I thought something bad just happened to you, because you're late for the first time for night outs like this," she said. I just smirked out and took off my sunglasses, Yes. It's night and it's dark here inside the Starry hub, but I'm wearing sunglasses, so what. That's really it, the perks of being a famous actress. I handed over the glass of Gwen's Jack Daniels wine she offered to me and sipped it, before speaking.

It was like she lost her soul. Not knowing what was Jean thinking, Heather stared at the bottle of perfume and sniffed it. Her eyes brightened at the unexpected smell of the perfume. It was sweet yet sour. There was also the hint of mint and apple. ‘Does Jean likes mint flavor?’ Even his own perfume smells like mint and now, he gave her a perfume with a subtle smell of mint. She just shrugged it and sprayed a small amount on her wrist. She sniffed it. “Wow, this is really wonderful! No wonder it was that expensive.”

She was dressed—if 'dressed' was the operative word—in a white camisole tank, no bra, her nipples poking against the thin cotton fabric, and tight boy shorts with the creases of her folds blatantly imprinted against it, while displaying her smooth, tanned legs. She'd stood before Josh dressed like that?! And why were her nipples so hard? Wasn’t she a Henry Nelson fan? "Lost your manners?" I cracked out, even though I'd purposefully left the door half opened, expecting her. At her side, Jane held a neatly wrapped, medium-sized gift box. "You have a guest. Nelson." A smug grin spread across her face as she said, "He brought me a gift." She traced her fingers over the box and her cheeks flushed

As the large door to the meeting room opened and James stepped confidently in, his world came crashing down. Keana Grizelle was there. *** In the past, the fruity floral scent mixed with extra woody notes in Channel Sensuelle Alurre perfume was James' favorite when he was with the girl he loved. He bought the perfume as a result of winning a competition in college on basic marketing strategies that he had mastered. He gave it to her as a token of his love because he felt that this scent was perfect for her.

Ciara asked. "No, thank you," the girl said as she pulled out money from her pocket and placed it on the counter. She then took the pack of cigarettes and headed towards the door. However, just as she approached the exit, she suddenly stopped. Turning her head slightly, she seemed to be sniffing something in the air. Suddenly, the girl looked straight at Ciara and tilted her head, saying, "Your scent is so sweet." Ciara didn't understand what she meant and instinctively raised her shoulder to smell her own body.