Unscentable By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

"Why don't we grab a cup of coffee once in a while?" Her straightforwardness caught me off guard. I examined her thoroughly. Colleen had dark-blonde, curly hair and blue eyes. Her complexion was light, but her cheeks were slightly blushed. She definitely didn't look like a vampire. Nonetheless, her expression seemed to hide a pinch of mystery. She looked elegant. She wore the newest collection's Chanel skirt suit and Jimmy Choo's classic heels. The only thing I couldn't recognize on her was her perfume. Her scent was a peculiar mix of lavender, vanilla, and mint, yet I thought it would be strange to reject her offer merely because I couldn't name her perfume.

“You’re observant when properly motivated.” “Were you meeting Adrian Cross?” I asked. Silence spread like ink. Jennifer set the rope down, precise, and circled me once, the way she circles a bottom she’s about to tie—assessment as ritual. Her perfume slid over my skin: smoke, amber, a note of heat that made me too aware of how close she could be without touching. She stopped behind me; I felt her breath near my ear. “If I say no,” she murmured, “will you believe me because you want to? Or because you’re wearing his collar and you think that grants you perfect vision?”

She also stood up, went round the table and faced Jackie. Jackie frowned. “What?” Jacintha wrapped her arms around her neck. Jackie froze. “W–What are you doing?”, she stammered. “Shhh.” Jacintha shushed her. Jackie held her arms in the air awkwardly before hugging her back. She suddenly sniffed her. She sniffed again. She did it again, this time inhaling deeply. “OMG I love your perfume, where did you get this? What is this? I have the latest fragrance collection of Frank Bisto this year. What perfume can this be if not Frank Bisto?”

For a moment, the guests looked at each other in confusion. Anthony and I were saying completely different things. He had video evidence. I had tears that felt painfully real. No one knew who to believe. "I know exactly what happened." Yessenia, who had been missing for hours, slowly emerged from the small grove. Her long hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. Her face was smudged with dirt, and the expensive designer gown she wore had a large tear in it.

Even the most important of things. “Though my rut is bad, Lucian’s is the worst.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I stayed quiet. Paralyzed. “He can’t take inhibitors. They never worked. The doctor said they were too weak for supremes. Lucian’s rut cycle lasts longer than others and his toxic pheromones spread far and wide. It’s so repulsive to other alphas. Not like the normal repulsive. Not the odor mine would give out. His seeps into your skin and burns. It’s like it’s ripping your lungs a part. Piece by piece. One whiff can render a normal alpha unconscious. Imagine that scent spreading across two hundred thousand square feet of land.”

But all of that has changed in just one month. "How is this possible? Vincent used to be the brain behind their Incenses and perfumes. Then how is it possible to regroup and launch new perfumes without him?" Theo demanded to know. Francis sighed and removed his specs. "Their new CEO Ella Vincent hired a new perfumer. She was said to be quiet talented. Look at how she took the entire perfume market like a storm. I heard that their new perfumer is so talented, that they are planning to release new kind of Incenses which can help to help fight anxiety, depression and help fight insomnia. If they release those and it becomes a success, then I am afraid we might never be able to capture the marke

“Seren, I told you the dye was temporary but it’s not meant to wear off this fast.” “I was cleaning.” “That doesn’t change anything, little girl!” I touch the ends of my hair. “I noticed it was fading, so I came straight here.” Seraphina sighs and approaches me. Then Ivie speaks. “My scent too.” Seraphina looks at her. “What about it?” “The thing you used to alter my scent.” Seraphina’s expression changes. “It has expired.” I look between them. “What?” Ivie continues, “I noticed it when I was taking my bath. My scent is changing.”

“I can give you proof.” The crowd’s attention shifted fully to Caitlin as she sized up the Fragrance Garments on stage. She took a deep breath, analyzing the scent. “The fragrance on this garment doesn’t come from natural fabric dye—it’s perfume. I’m aware that you collaborated with a famous perfumer, Odessa, to create a new scent that has been used as the base for your Fragrance Garments.” “That’s impossible! Stop making baseless accusations!” Carmen’s face grew darker, and she immediately snapped at her brother, “Douglas, get someone to throw this woman out! She’s here to cause trouble!”

Then they will feel vulnerable as the faithful who cannot turn to their God for protection in the face of our wrath when it is time to bring this little town down. And even though I don't know a reason why Selena should hate Skyfall forever, the conversation with Lilian was inspiring to help me calculate my next steps well. So in addition to my modest outfit for tonight, I decide that my hair can try a wilder mode to break up the serious city boy look. Lastly, I perfume my skin with a lavender scent and it is a mistake to look out the window and observe a huge smoke rising into the sky in the distance, which will make my good smell a waste.

Vicky could sense the man's smothering gaze even in the darkness and thought to herself, 'This guy has to be insane. Nothing ever happened between us, so why would I be pregnant with his child?' Naturally, she dared not to say it out loud for fear she might provoke him, so she remained quiet. Just then, a faint fragrance caught her attention. It was a pleasant, familiar scent, and Vicky's eyes widened. She tensed at the realization that…it was the fragrance of the perfume she got from Jennifer.