Unscentable By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

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.

She cursed. I laughed at her and that made her storm off. Way to ruin my night. I wanted to party and have fun but instead I got this stupid night. Why was she here anyway? Killjoys should not be allowed here. I drank a few more beers and a shot of tequila that made my head spin. I stood up and made my way to my friends who I don’t know where God placed. I looked around until I saw someone familiar. I went near her and realized it was Eunice. I followed her and saw that she’s heading towards the door. Is she going home?

Alana cried into his chest. Alex cringed as the strong scent of her perfume assailed his nostrils. He loves Scarlett's perfume. Scarlett smelled like roses, gentile and mild. She smelt like home and sunshine. He preferred her scent to Alana's scent. He almost wanted to shove Alana off, especially when her hold on him tightened, and she began to cry into his chest. But when he raised his head and saw everyone looking at them, his mother and hers wiping tears from their eyes, he couldn't bring himself to do it no matter what.

She stood frozen, even as he approached her until he was standing so close, she could smell the spicy scent of his aftershave. The scent was very appealing to Shaun. She never wore any kind of perfume, body spray or even scented deodorant. It was against hospital rules. She was so used to the smell of disinfectant cleaning solutions and antibacterial soaps that when she found a scent appealing it really drew her. Despite the danger of the situation she wanted to close the distance between them, press herself against his body and bask in his scent.

Julian mumbled something along the lines of ‘Whatever’, and I was about to laugh again when a fruity scent filled my nostrils, causing me to pause my movements. He noticed and stopped, too, then raised a brow. “What?” “That scent I told you about,” I answered, my eyes roaming the vicinity for any dark-haired woman. “I can perceive it again.” “How is it like?” he asked, looking around too. “And what are you looking for?” “It's the kind of scent you'd get from fruit wine. And I'm looking for any dark-haired woman. Especially Gatrix-Hill's daughter.” He stopped his search to look at me, a brow lifted in concern. “Why her?”