Unscentable By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

"Is that important Alpha? I am your gift for the night." I can smell her wolf. Something about her scent feels familiar, but like her voice she's disguised it heavily in some sort of fragrance. "My apologies if your time has been wasted, but I have no plans of accepting this gift." I let out the words she doesn't expect to hear. Suddenly, the room feels colder, and she blurts out. "Why?" I raise a brow up in confusion. This isn't supposed to be a problem right? She'll get paid for her services. She just won't have to render them.

Alice. I stood up, shaky, and pushed away his hand that tried to help me. "It's too difficult to live without love. "At first, I had my parents' love. Then, I thought your love would be enough for me. "I was wrong. Trusting you cost me so much. "Don't come looking for me, Alexander. It's all over between us." The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed.

VINCENZO In the middle of the night, when the moon and stars seemed to have bloomed in the sky, I could feel my heart beating in my chest like a drum, in sync with the emotions that swept over me. Francesca Serratore, her name itself, was a melody, a song in a sound universe. It wasn’t just a physical attraction, but something deeper, something that touched me to my core and made me feel shrouded in an unexpected longing and doubt.

Some American, French actresses and former perfume endorsers were also here tonight. The highly anticipated fragrance, Scent ‘d Arella showcased at the center. The spoke person was an Academy Award-winning actress chosen by the perfumer herself. The high-end scent made the night bloom with flowery, sweet, and spicy, yet seductive effect. I couldn’t help but think her smell that made me crazy, and now we were launching it. I wanted it to share with all the fragrance enthusiasts all over the globe. I was so proud of Arella at the same time for concocting such great creation. She didn’t just do a great job, but she made her dream come true.

Stella replied then remarked, “I must say you look familiar. Have we met before?” “I’m afraid not but you may call me Lucien. Your perfume though, is a familiar scent, Neroli, yes?” “Yes, my brand.” He could not help himself but he found himself very attracted to this woman and he had never fallen for anyone before as much as this was turning out. “Here, take another whiff.” Stella held out her wrist. She pulled up the sleeve of her sheer dress and he bowed to scent her skin, so near now and yet he felt so far for she was only offering him her creation.

Guilt crawled up my throat, whispering that I was the only thing standing in the way of a mother trying to atone for her sins. "I’m just afraid of making the wrong move, Shan," I whispered. "The only wrong move is believing in tears without receipts. Shut up and watch." A heavy, cloying scent of roses suddenly invaded my senses, drowning out the warm aroma of coffee. It was thick and suffocating, as if someone had shattered a bottle of expensive perfume right next to our table. My stomach churned—a visceral, physical rejection of the scent. Camille walked in. Her gait was unsteady, as if every step on the marble floor was an unbearable burden. A silk scarf was draped loosely around her neck,

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

And sure enough, Jefferson lay back on Hugo's chest. But Jefferson already realized that there was something strange, Homer's breathing sounded weird, and for some reason, instead of feeling happy, Jefferson felt annoyed. The annoyance emanated from a familiar, malevolent aura, Jefferson winced, and instead of the refreshing smell of sandalwood, he smelled a foreign cologne. His hunch was telling him that something was wrong, which made Jefferson unable to go back to sleep, he got up again, but this time he opened his eyes. And how surprised Jefferson was when he saw Hugo smiling lecherously at him with his hands still perched on Jefferson's waist.

That lingering aroma—the heady blend of vanilla and lavender—wrapped around me like a cruel reminder of what I couldn’t have. “Scent of my sinful desire,” I whispered bitterly, without knowing it was going to be both my destruction and my redemption.

“And make the legal documents smell like Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume. What a brilliant idea! My clients will be pleased to see the contracts with a scent.” “Anyway…since you’ve met Ms. E, does this perfume smell like something she would use?” Bryan tried to recall and shaked his head, “I know what you are trying to dig out…but unfortunately, I couldn’t remember how she smelled like - not so perverted.” “Right.” Vincent did not seem to be disappointed. He shrugged and started to check his phone. “But at least I didn’t recall her with this Marc Jacobs Daisy scent…I mean, I should have smelled this scent before, but just couldn’t remember from whom…”