Unscentable By Jennifer Francis Novels & Stories

I said out loud grinning widely. "Hope you liked it!" she placed the tray on the bed taking Liam away from me as I stuffed my mouth with food all the while sneezing. "Why are you sneezing so much what's wrong?" aunt scarlet asked "It's nothing just not used to people wearing heavy perfume being in one room." "We are not wearing perfume." Uncle Zane said, "Mother in law serene had ordered us not to wear any perfume right guys?" " Yeah." they all nodded "Then why does aunt smell like chocolates and grandma like vanilla and Santiago like caramel and--"

my only response. But as the scent of sex wafted up, I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "Please, can I have the perfume?" I asked, my fingers brushing against Jayden's as I took the bottle. The fragrance was heady, a sweet floral scent that filled my senses. I sprayed it on, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. As I got out of the car, I shivered lightly, the cold night air enveloping me. I looked back at Jayden, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Enjoy your ride," I said, my voice soft.

She got her hands on his pants but it only reeked of sweat and his scent combined. While wanting to discard them to any corner of the room, another scent passed her nostrils. It was not familiar and she got his shirt collar closer to her nose. Her eyes widened after she registered the fragrance to be feminine. The scent wasn't at all intoxicating like men's. Scents of cherry and sweet lavender made all the hairs on her body stand up. Angelique was a little shaken and she wondered who this fragrance belonged to and why was it attached to Stephano's shirt collar.

I snap, already suspecting it’s the black-haired bastard I can’t stand. “Pierre. We wanted to show you something.” I motion for them to enter and force myself to stay calm as they approach. “What is it you want to show me?” “It’s a new fragrance,” Giselle explains. “It’s called L’arôme du cœur—The Scent of the Heart.” “And that’s why you snuck out this morning without telling me?” I blurt, unable to hold it back any longer. “Yes. It was urgent to get this done so I could show you today.”

Susanne rose from her seat and rushed over, enveloping me in a tight, warm embrace within the blink of an eye. "It's really you. I'm so sorry… please forgive me…" Her voice rang out, though I found myself momentarily lost in the familiar, comforting sensations—the warmth of her embrace, and the rich, inviting scent of gardenia and vanilla orchid that seemed to emanate from her. This scent was no stranger to me, as it was the very fragrance I had created and gifted to her on her birthday, back when I still owned my mother's company. The fragrance had been carefully tailored to capture the essence of Susanne's personality—a sophisticated and luxurious woman, yet with an underlying sense of com

And for once, everyone had agreed. Francesca, in ripped designer jeans and a loose silk blouse, leaned in toward Aria and whispered, "Do I get extra credit for not shooting anyone today?" "The day’s not over yet," Aria winked. They passed a perfume kiosk where the saleswoman blinked at them like she’d seen gods descend from Olympus, and Noel’s eyes lit up. "Wait here," he said to Vincenzo. "I want to see what 'Eros Intense' smells like."

he reacts, shrugging and marginally shaking his head. I grin. The figure of Tiffany Jenkins beat everyone else to the late spring challenge coordinated by the high school expressions instructor, which I can't fathom since that thing was awful, amorphous, and also the fishy smell it had. radiating from one of the vials he used was excessively strong, disgusting, and unpleasant. “Do you consider the possibility of you opening it with your witchcraft?” offers an extremely reluctant Grecia softly.

However, amidst the cheerful conversation, a distinct and unpleasant odor invaded her senses, causing her nose to scrunch in distaste. Francine turned her gaze towards Royce, narrowing her eyes playfully. "Royce, seriously, have you forgotten what a shower feels like? I'm pretty sure that smell is coming from you." Royce, taken aback, looked down at himself and then back at Francine with a mock-offended expression. "Hey now, sis! I just took a bath, and I smell nice! Maybe it's your overactive imagination." Beatriz interjected with a laugh, trying to ease the tension. "Well, Royce, I must say you smell good. But Francine does have a keen sense of smell. Maybe it's something else she's pickin

Cecilia raised the cup to her mouth, took a tiny sip, and froze at the smell of a fragrance that caught her scent. The fragrance struck her like a blow. She pivoted, her wolf tense. There she stood. Janet Sinclair, her mom

Julissa instantly took out the box and excitedly untied the bow, gently opening the lid. Inside was a bottle of perfume. Julissa had always loved nice-smelling things and had a bit of a perfume obsession. Back in school, when she couldn’t afford full-size bottles, she would collect sample vials. The one Scott had given her was from a well-known international brand. She had followed this brand before, but didn’t recognize this particular scent. Could it be a new release? “Mr. Nichols, can I try it?” “Wait,” Scott said, first helping her move the dessert on the nightstand and covering it with a tissue. “Alright, go ahead.”