Unscentable By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

He raised his voice making her flinched. “Look at what you’ve done? This was important! This was the very information for us to tract Dante and you’ve just ruined it!” She even shook her shoulder making her cried in pain. She shook her head and continue to apologise over and over gain but the smell of alcohol in his breath makes him less sympathetic. Without realising it, he pushed her away and made her fall to look back at his papers. Disappointment fill his voice and he was ranting about his ruined documents while Ariadne tries to help Eve form the ground.

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?”

“Come on, let’s have some cupcakes. We’ll talk more about this later.” We both went ahead to meet up with the other lovely ladies. I was helping out with the gift opening when I heard two ladies discussing about Gabriel, so instinctively, I paid more attention. “Jennifer must be devastated.” One of the ladies whispered. “Surely, getting dumped by a man like Gabriel would send me into coma.” The other giggled. What? Was I hearing correctly? Gabriel dumped his fiancée? I finished up quickly and joined Janet in the living room. “I guess your mom wasn’t invited for the party?”

Now the whiskey was going straight to my head, making the room blur at the edges, making everything feel slightly unreal. I poured a third glass. Fourth. Lost count somewhere around six. And that’s when I caught the scent. It hit me like a physical force and that made my wolf surge to attention. Mate, she howled, suddenly awake and alert despite the alcohol dulling my senses. But that was impossible. Sebastian had just… he’d just been… Unless he’d come to find me. Perhaps watching Chelsea reject him so completely had finally broken through his obsession, and he'd come to find me to apologize. Hope flared in my chest, desperate, pathetic and impossible to suppress.

"Ariana! You shameless bitch!" Dressed in a gown, Lina was like a hysterical shrew, making no attempt to hide her ferocious nature. "Haven't you already seduced someone new? Why are you still trying to steal Jack from me? Why did you ruin my engagement ceremony?"

I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar. I have to find a way to keep Jameson’s mouth shut for good… no matter how slutty I have to get. The way Jameson was staring at me told me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and something told me he was going to make me work very hard to keep him quiet. Game on, Stepbrother.

When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?" ... Staring at the bold sign outside Moonstone Pack's banquet hall, my wolf Lucy releases a long, relieved exhale.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

Isabelle sighed, feeling trapped and helpless, and ordered Kelvin to go out and get ready for her outing. As Isabelle entered the bathroom, she was enveloped by the familiar scent of Collins' cologne. The fragrance was intense and overwhelming, transporting her back to the passionate moments they shared earlier. Her heart raced slightly as she breathed in the scent, her body responding to the fragrance like a Pavlovian reflex. She tried to shake off the feeling, focusing on the task at hand—getting ready for the outing. But the scent lingered, a constant reminder of Collins' presence and the hold he had on her.

Unmatched was her affection for vanilla fragrance, a fact acknowledged by both her and Trevor. The lingering memory of that peculiar and captivating scent she had detected on Trevor's shirt now resided in her nostrils, intensifying with just the mere thought of it. It differed from her usual scent; Emma walked into their bedroom as she hastily checked on their perfume collection, nothing new has been added, and there was nothing like Chocolate or a mixture of chocolate musk in any of Trevor's perfume collection, and she knew her boyfriend was not accustomed to using feminine perfumes.