Unscentable Novels & Stories

Squeezing her eyes shut when she tried to focus on one scent her senses got overwhelmed by one scent in particular. The scent of fresh roses mashed with a strong addictive scent of tobacco dipped in honey. A gust of breath left her lungs. . . She had never smelled a tobacco dipped in honey yet that was the only way she could describe the scent. The scent was so strong that it almost made her eyes roll back in her head. Suddenly an unfamiliar sinister voice echoed in her mind startling her. "MINE TO HOLD~" "MINE TO HURT~" "MINE TO CLAIM~" "MATE~"

Instead, I ended up throwing myself at him like a bitch in heat. His milk chocolate scent seemed to grow stronger and stronger everyday. It was intoxicating and sweet and it drove me insane! Even Scar was having a hard time resisting. I already knew she couldn’t fucking stand Mason, let alone his musty lavender scent that almost makes me gag all the time. Chamomile and lavender might be the most disgusting scents in the entire world and Mason emitted one of them.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

Sumico inhaled the fresh honey mint masculine scent into her nose. “No, of course not, Darling… As I’ve said before… Not seeing and meeting you even for just one day, I can’t stand it already. Were you really to go from my side, I can’t fancy what would occur to me. I’m not brave enough to think of that; I don’t even have any guts to think of that. Thus, I then realize that it was absolutely impossible that you’d put the red orpiment into the traditional Chinese soup you cooked and served for me.” Virando also inhaled the sweet tropical strawberry scent into his nose.

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.

He exclaimed instantly at the smell of the ointment. "I assure you this is a very effective medicine. Please allow me to apply it to your hand." She felt a surge of panic, she prayed he wouldn't reject it right now. He cast a suspicious glance on the tiny pot in her hand. Seemed like it was the Gypsy woman's stuffs. The Gypsy medication was quite popular in this town. To his knowledge, apart from its efficacy, it was proven to be harmless. Yet the smell was extremely unpleasant. Ashton resisted a nauseous feeling that suddenly swept over him. It would be a total embarrassment to vomit in front of her.

"I don't grow the flowers myself. I have different distributers that sell me flowers at a reasonable price. I tell my custmers that i grow them just for marketing. I just buy and sell." Finally something useful, James sighed to himself. They looked at eachother and turned back to her. "We are going to need to see the list of all your distributers." They looked through the list for days keeping an eye on them one by one. They still found nothing. But then they got to a name Robel Petro. He was a very rich man in the stock market. What buisness does he have selling flowers.

However, wiping it off with a tissue is not helping, it just makes everything spread! "What are you wiping off? Wait, you smell different." She said then sniffed my neck like a dog. "Mielly stop. Tss, stupid perfume" I said in annoyance. "No, you stop. Your neck's turning red already. The scent's not bad. I mean it smells really good, but I think it's for men Stace. Where'd you get that?" Instead of answering her question, I asked her another question instead. "Mielly, aren't you a fan of Antoine Laurent's Perfume? How come you did not recognize that stupid old man?"

he said letting out a long breath. " This is serious, do you know about a stone that absorbs scent?" Sabrina asked. " A stone?... Aaha... Yes, it is a rock. It is called magrid but they also call it Scented rock. Yes, that is what they call it. It has no scent but It neutralizes all other scents, making a person scentless" he said. " Why do you ask?" " I am looking at one right now" She pictures it and sends it to him. He gasped

And sure enough, Jefferson lay back on Hugo's chest. But Jefferson already realized that there was something strange, Homer's breathing sounded weird, and for some reason, instead of feeling happy, Jefferson felt annoyed. The annoyance emanated from a familiar, malevolent aura, Jefferson winced, and instead of the refreshing smell of sandalwood, he smelled a foreign cologne. His hunch was telling him that something was wrong, which made Jefferson unable to go back to sleep, he got up again, but this time he opened his eyes. And how surprised Jefferson was when he saw Hugo smiling lecherously at him with his hands still perched on Jefferson's waist.