Novelas y relatos de Unscentable

Dante Romano The dead don’t smell like apples. They don’t leave traces behind. They don’t linger in hallways or cling to the air long after someone has passed. So why can’t I stop thinking about that scent? It follows me through the hotel suite like a phantom. I shower longer than necessary, scrubbing my hands until the skin feels tight, but when I step out and breathe in, my chest still tightens as if my body remembers something my mind refuses to accept.

He had seen me in the restaurant in Siena on monday with strawberry blonde hair, wearing a name tag that read Laura and now I was sitting in front of him with blonde hair and an id he was holding which says I'm Gabriella Bianchi. I passed out last night after seeing who I had been shamelessly making out with in the middle of the dancefloor. I woke up this morning wrapped in sheets that smelled strongly of him. I basked in the scent for an hour, just enjoying the bliss his scent seemed to put me in. I could have laid there forever, isolated from the outside world, just stuck in the hole my mate's scent seemed to have dug for me but unfortunately, a knock on the door broke me out of my world

He asked, his gaze sharpened at Warren. Warren shifted in his seat. “I don't understand, what are you saying?" “I had scented it since I entered your office but I didn't want to believe that such a thick woody cologne exists again," Uncle Roger replied, he now looked at Warren with cold suspicion. "Why?” Warren smiled awkwardly. “Apparently, it should be dead," he replied. That was when it hit me. Chrysanthemum, pinewood, and cedar. That is my scent, and it can only be found on one person.

I reached out to remove the book from the shelf, my hand trembling as I pressed the button. The door to the hidden chamber slowly slid open, and a wave of fragrance mixed with a rotten stench rushed out. The cloyingly sweet scent mixed with the foul odor was somehow even more nauseating than the foul odor alone. I couldn't help but gag several times. Unable to see things clearly in the dark, I dug out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The light illuminated the interior of the chamber. I took one glance and froze. The dimly-lit chamber was covered in a thick layer of soil. Right in the center grew a plant about half my height, with a grayish-green stalk and oversized leaves veined with b

Whatever fragile control he'd maintained shatters. He blocks my path. Growls low and dangerous. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea! You're my Mate! Mine!" I laugh. Actually laugh at the absurdity. "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile, stepping back. "Didn't I reek of Wolfsbane? Didn't my very existence make you sick?" Damon approaches. Removes his mask with deliberate slowness. The face he reveals is devastating. Perfect bone structure. Otherworldly beauty. Those violet eyes cold as winter stars.

It is the kind of beauty that is annoying precisely because it is impossible to ignore. Her heart beats faster when the wind carries his scent to her. That fragrance affects her in a way she can barely explain, as though every note carries a memory, a silent longing, an absence. It is a scent that leaves her dizzy because she knows it will never linger on her own skin. No matter how much she wants it to, he will never be hers. And somehow, it is as though one note of that fragrance is made of a nearly imperceptible sadness, revealing just how badly she longs for something unattainable. That is why she wants to avoid him. Seeing him like this leaves her breathless and sends her heart racing.

Her head is covered with chunri and wedding bangles ( chuda) was adorning her hands. He throw the towel on her indicating her to wipe his body. She came silently and standing behind him started to wipe his sweaty body with towel. Her fresh aura was making manik crazy and her sweet smell was just making manik aroused. Manik took off his t-shirt and told her to wipe him there too. Her firstly wipe his hairs and face and then bending down a little she started to wipe his hard sculpted chest. Her little fingers were pressing there were giving him unexplainable pleasure. In seconds he just pulled her in his laps and she squealed in fear.

I excused myself and leave room to go outside maybe he just needs some fresh air. I am about to exit the club but stop when I sense something, which I just heard from others but never experience myself, which held me captive as my feet taking me towards the other side of the club from where I come before. I take a deep breath and this time I find that alluring scent more strongly, it's something amazing, the scent of roses and fruits mixed in a perfect combo which is making my wolf feeling uneasy. I look around to find it's the source but can't see the owner of this amazing scent in a crowd of peoples, but Xavier is not ready to leave now, and want me to search more.

asked Mercy worried, she kept looking around but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “I picked up a scent that is not a wolf,” Ambrosia told her, Suzie sniffed around and picked up the scent as well, it was unfamiliar but it was not a rogue, the scent was calming for some strange reason. “What is it Suzie?” asked Mercy standing protectively in front of Luka and Ambrosia. “I don’t know Luna but it’s not rogues, it’s strange but unbelievably calming” Mercy frowned, who could the scent belong to them or what?

I never got tired of it. I went into the den and turned the tv on. I couldn't even focus on the movie. My mind kept racing to Micheal. I missed him so much. I refused to believe that it was all a misunderstanding. I started to call one of my girls but decided that i isn't gonna bother them on Christmas. I needed to do some to clear my mind. I went into the kitchen to grab me a bottle of wine. Soon as I walked into the room, Damien instantly hung up his phone. I instantly got suspicious. He looked up at me sheepishly.