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.

Much closer this time, their foreheads were almost touching. All through their ranting session he'd just been thinking about how freaking beautiful she was. The small frown on her forehead as she focused on getting coffee off his shirt, the way her long lashes brushed her upper chin, her glowing brown skin, her lush lips, her tropical fruity and coconut tinged scent, her voice, Jesus, especially when she did the goofy babyish giggle he really liked. Sreya Dronian was driving him crazy and she didn't even know just how much effect she had on him.

She scrunched up her little nose, unaccustomed to the smell that was not her sister’s sweet-smelling flowers in spring scent. Maybe her sister let in one of the stray dogs again. But the thought had barely registered before she heard the muffled and grunting sounds from the bed. “Sara?,” she called hesitantly, barely hearing her own self as she made her way closer to the big four poster bed with the lacy, frilly lavender curtains all around it. That was another thing that was off. Although Sara had insisted on the curtains and had put their mother through a whole lot of ‘face wrinkling stress’ as their mother would call it, she had never let the curtains down. She had tied the beautiful mate

For a second she felt like she just stepped into a heaven. She hates to admit it but she loved the smell very much and she also hated the fact that her step sister is the one who created this smell. The bitch is born with the rare talent of creating unique fragrances. Fuck her and her talent. She rubbed her nose as if she wanted to wipe off the smell and approached the reception. The receptionist of course didn’t allow her to meet Matilda as she didn’t have an appointment but Natalie pestered the poor receptionist to inform Matilda about her arrival.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

Thank God she wasn’t a handbag freak but instead was practical and low maintenance when it came to accessories. Max left Johnny to do his job and headed to her bedroom to fix the equipment. Her perfume lingered. Delicate, creamy. The white bottle sat on her dresser—Juliette has a Gun: Sunny Side Up—Max bet his bottom dollar that Evans would find a way to re-purchase this scent. She had only one, which meant this was a signature scent.

Scarlett resolutely refused. After that, Scarlett turned to leave. Right then, she ran into the last person she felt like seeing. It was Jennifer and Claire. They were walking towards her. “Wow… what the fuck? It really is my lucky day, isn’t it?” Scarlett frowned and muttered under her breath. “Don’t talk like that! You are a mother now!” Francis urged. As they came closer, Jenifer ignored Scarlett completely. Instead, she went straight up to Francis. She extended her palm to shake Francis’s hand and said, “Well, what a lovely coincidence, Mr. Sandler. Fancy meeting you here.”

The scent of her perfume still lingered in my office, cloying and heavy. I thought of Eloise, of her quiet resilience and trembling strength. I thought of Lucian, too blinded by regret and guilt to see the truth unravelling at his feet. And then I thought of Jennifer, so desperate to win a war she’d never been invited to fight in the first place. As I opened my eyes, staring at the city that never slept, a weary sadness settled in my chest. “She’ll ruin everyone around her before she’s satisfied,” I whispered to no one.

The foreign perfumer said, “But… Even after thinking very hard, I still can’t figure out what scent it is. Ms. Jones, would you please grant me the answer?” His words calmed Gabriel down. All the cameras and perfumers turned their attention to Melanie, waiting expectantly for the answer regarding her surprising fragrance. Melanie said, “The scent everyone’s so curious about isn’t the traditional kind many are familiar with. I just collected the scent of my friend.” “Is it your boyfriend?” one reported asked excitedly after a few moments of silence. Everyone could sense gossip in the air. The perfumers on stage began to tease her. “No wonder the fragrance you made is so pure and moving, Ms. J

I thought inwardly, and walked to the far end and sniffed, but I couldn't smell her. "What's wrong? Can't you smell her again?" Justin asked, his face furrowed in a puzzle. He walked and stood beside me. "I don't know. I can't seem to perceive her scent any longer. I don't know what's wrong?" I slapped my forehead. Everything is just happening like a film; a very badly and poorly written script acted by the worst characters on earth, and watching it alone is freaking the hell out of me. The scene is confusing, even when I try to recall and process everything; I still can't understand.