Novel & Cerita Unscentable By Jennifer Francis

(Elara's POV) The scent of jasmine and lavender clung to the air, thick and comforting, a stark contrast to the sterile, metallic tang that now permeated my life. Grandma Lyra's greenhouse. It was my sanctuary, a vibrant explosion of color and life nestled within the cold, regimented pack grounds. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate petals of a blood-red rose, the thorns a silent warning.

I say as I peer through the boutique’s glass windows. I gently slide open the door and step inside, immediately hit by the thick scent of fabric, perhaps even too strong. My eyes sweep across the space before me. The senator's attire, which I had seen through the glass windows, was impressive, but these perfectly arranged outfits on the racks were breathtaking. Who’s here?" I call out. “Helloooo?" I repeat, this time with more irritation. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to Ere’s Scent." A soft, almost shy voice replies from somewhere in the boutique.

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

Aurel I couldn’t endure the pheromones anymore, my grip on the tray in my hands loosening as I stagger forward, my vision blurring slightly. I try to steady the tray in my hands, but my fingers are not cooperating anymore. The glasses clink against each other, a soft, irritating sound that keeps repeating as my hand won’t stop shaking. I suck in a breath through my nose, immediately regretting it as that same thick smell fills my lungs again, heavy and sharp, mixed with sweat and sex and something else underneath that makes my stomach turn.

Was that part of the challenge? Behind the twenty female Haunt emerged twenty dancers. These women were dressed identically in red harem pants and short vests. The pants were slit at both inner and outer thigh and cuffed at the heel. As they danced with their long, silken scarves, a strange, drugging perfume wafted over the men. Reminded of Andrea’s natural, desire-producing scent, Mathin blessed the Deity for his recent exposure. Hopefully the slight immunity he’d built up would serve him in good stead now.

She mumbled. Damien chuckled, taking a swig from the wine bottle in front of him. He stood up, walking behind her. Turning back, he leaned in, hovering over from her behind. " This is why I said we need to team up. If we had, that wouldn't have happened." He muttered, amusingly. Damien smelled of tobacco and wine, a sharp contrast to Gerald's expensive cologne. Scarlett grimaced, hating that he was right. Shifting uncomfortably on her seat, she turned to him.

“It’s my fault.” I looked up at him and close my eyes as his thumb wiped my tears away. I sniffed. “Wow, you’re wearing the perfume I gave you!” He chuckled. “Yeah, I remember, this smell is your favorite.” I smiled but my smile vanished when flashbacks of our past flashed in my mind like a slideshow. Damn.

All she knew was that she was distraught, but it didn’t strike her as anger—it was all despair as if everything she endured was for nothing. She walked to the side and decided to leave the room. There were no real strangers in the yacht; perhaps, she was safe to stay in the company of the bartender for tonight. Staying with the man who decided not to speak tonight was too painful for her. It’s just that she picked up the perfume that she had been using ever since she had gone to Gryphon’s arms. It was a discontinued scent series that Gryphon kept in that strange shrine he had in his study. Even until now, he was working on getting the rights to reproduce the scent through another company und

She saw that he has gone to make payment for the scent so she made her way back to the glass where the perfume is. She glanced through the glass and saw that it was still open. Jane smiled, she only wanted to see the name of the scent. But now she might as well just take one of the perfume. Makes her plan the more beautiful. Tristan finished purchasing the perfume and headed back to his car. He has gotten everything he needs, he just needs to put the final things in place and give Jasmine the biggest surprise ever. Jane quickly ran to Lucia's car and sat down at the passenger's seat.