Unscentable By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

“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…”

I tried to ignore the overwhelming sense of attraction that swept over me, but it was difficult. When she turned around, it wasn’t the same woman I had humiliated just a few months ago. She was different—fresher, more vibrant, more beautiful than I ever thought possible. Her skin was flawless, glowing like it had never seen a blemish. Her floral dress clung to her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. And the scent—my God, the scent—was intoxicating. She wore Delina Exclusif by Parfums de Marly, a fragrance it was the essence of luxury, and it filled the room.

Richard said. He walked to the desk and picked up the amber vial Joshua had left on the floor earlier. He looked at the clear liquid inside. The 'Scent-Stripper.' "You want to talk about fated mates?" Richard turned back to Bianca. He uncapped the vial. "Richard? What are you doing? Stay away from me!" "I'm going to see what you really smell like, Bianca." He poured the liquid over her head. Bianca screamed. The chemical hit her skin, and the reaction was instantaneous. The last of the synthetic jasmine was scorched away. The room filled with the smell of wet dog, sour milk, and rotting meat.

before I learned the kind of attention it could attract. *** SAINT. I adjusted the cuffs of my black shirt, straightened the collar, and gave myself one last look in the mirror. I looked immaculate and lethal. To crown it all, I grabbed my perfume – Obsidian Sin by Sartieux. Ten thousand dollars a bottle. A scent banned in three packs for being too... distracting. I always say this... If they don't remember your name, they'll remember your scent. Before I speak, they'll smell me. And they'll know who owns the fucking room.

Bottles of perfume lay shattered on the floor, their sweet fragrances mixing with the scent of burning candles. She knew deep down that Yennifer possessed a certain allure, an irresistible charm that had captured Alpha Henry's attention. But accepting this reality was beyond her reach. Her unfathomable desire to possess him entirely, to have him as hers and hers alone, fueled her simmering envy. It was a fire that could not be contained, threatening to consume everything in its path.

Elara Vance adjusted her blazer in the mirror of the ScentTech lobby, smoothing out invisible wrinkles. Today was monumental. After the scandal with Serena, the public was hungry for Elara’s comeback. The launch of her new fragrance, Renaissance, was projected to break sales records. "You look fierce," Lucian said, leaning against the doorframe of her office. He was wearing his usual armor—a bespoke three-piece suit—but his eyes were tired. He had driven her to work himself, insisting his driver was "sick," though Elara suspected he just didn't want to let her out of his sight.

"I thought you'd like it." I just looked at him. Did he think a jewel could erase what he'd done? Did he think money could buy my forgiveness? Zane moved closer, reaching out to touch my cheek. The moment he got near, the thick, cloying scent of an omega washed over me. I recoiled, shoving him away with all my strength. "Don't touch me," I snarled. "Your stench makes me sick." The smile froze on his face. "Cassia, I can explain—"

"Lock the door if it makes you feel safer" Then he left. I did not lock it, locking it felt like admitting I was scared, instead, I stripped out of the Beta uniform and stepped into the shower, the hot water helped with the tremors, it didn't help with the ache that had started low in my belly. His scent was everywhere on the towels, in the air, in my head. As an Enigma, I was supposed to be better than this, supposed to have control, but Lucien Voss was a S-class Alpha in rut and I was the only thing in the world that could calm him.

“Do you want to get Steven to notice you?” My instincts screamed to hang up—this was the classic setup for a horror movie, where the unsuspecting girl sought help but ended up ensnared in something more sinister. “Listen, I can help you. We both know Steven has feelings for you. You can see it, feel it. I just want to assist you. You don’t have to listen to me, but if you want to prove Kelsey Jones wrong—that you are what Steven truly needs—meet me at the address I’ll send you. Bye.” The call ended abruptly, leaving me with a hollow echo of uncertainty.