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He shook his head. "Not that kind of scent," Mason said, and I paused, knowing what he meant. I had been caught on my first attempt to cheat. I knew I would suck at sneaking around. I just did not know I would suck this bad. "Your wolf shouldn't be able to do that," I said, realising something. He laughed at me. "Do what? Gwen? What should my wolf be incapable of?" he asked, and I could not answer because I was feeling Adrian coming to the surface, and he was angry.

And the guy just stood there scratching his head and I ran down quickly out of the guest room to find my best friend Melanie As I went out of the guestroom, I went to the bedroom of Melanie to check if she was there, so she could lend me the scarf I needed desperately. "Bestie? Bestie are you awake? Bes?" I was knocking on the door but there was no one answering my shouting "Bestie?! Bes Melanie are you there by any chance?! Bes?!" I tried holding the doorknob and twisted it to see if it was locked, but it wasn't though. I slowly opened it and peeked inside, hmm looks like no one is here. Great!

A real home. As I stood there, my gaze fixed on the dense woods ahead, I retrieved the scrunchie from my pocket. Its scent, although fading, still carried a soothing effect. My wolf stirred within me, acknowledging the familiar aroma. For the past week, I had ventured out every evening in search of the source, the elusive owner of this scrunchie. But my efforts had been in vain; it was as if the person, or whatever it was, had vanished without a trace. Yet, this search had brought an unprecedented calmness to my restless soul. Whenever I felt on the verge of losing control, a whiff of the scrunchie would magically restore my serenity. I needed to find its owner. Perhaps they could provide in

Darcel 'CognoScenti' is a person who 'Loves' perfume. That's definitely not me, for even though I am heading the Karwitz chain of perfumes, I don't care about the stuff, I only care about the business it makes. 'A pervert'

xo ADB_Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have no idea how long I’ve been staring into the endless darkness around me. It’s been like this every night for the past few weeks, ever since I first caught that scent; that unforgettable, life-altering scent that was like a shockwave through my very being. It came out of nowhere and ever since then I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. It’s consuming me and driving me to madness. I’ve never encountered a scent like it in my life. It was so unique that I can’t even describe it as a scent. Have you ever smelt something, yet you can only describe how it tastes? It was like that for me. This scent was like the galaxy exploding on my tongue. N

It is missing something. I bare down once more as the pain hits. Everything in me is telling me to push and yet I cant. Then it hits me. This is so much of my scent. I need to add more to the scent. But what scent. What scent would make it right. Then the scent hits my nose. the scent is fiery and perfect. It makes my mouth water. Yes I need that scent. I rise from my piles and sniff in his direction. "Mate" I call him. There is so much pressure between my legs. I need to relieve it. I need to let it go. It has to go. And yet he stands here frozen. Does he not know that I need him. That I need his scent.

The scent was powerful, commanding, yet inexplicably soothing—a blend of the wild and the ethereal, both enticing and intimidating. Damien’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his expression shifting from one of triumph to unease. Caleb, too, was captivated by the aroma, though it stirred something deeper in him—a memory, a connection that he couldn’t quite grasp but felt profound at the same time he was gaining energy. The scents make him heal slowly and carefully.

“I just came to say goodbye.” My brows furrowed. “Goodbye?” I restated, quite unsure if I heard her correctly. “Yeah, goodbye,” she assured me, snacking her lips. “You know, I might not be a werewolf like the lot of you, I don't have a keen sense of smell, and I'm not lucky enough to know my fated mate just by touch or scent. But one thing I know very well is the latest edition of the eucalyptus scented perfume you got recently.”

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

‘I think Mate is here, but it’s like mate is masked by other animal scents. ‘No shit, Sherlock, we are in a room full of werewolves! And Hazel has drowned herself in the most goddess-awful floral perfume AGAIN.’ I push him back to the back of my mind just as the most delicious and intoxicating scent of autumn spices goes by me in one fleeting moment, and then it’s gone. I spy around the ballroom, but it’s too dark to see anyone move from their seats at the tables. My heart begins to pound as the scent wants to pull me in the direction of a set of double doors near the back of the ballroom.