روايات وقصص ضمن Unscented Novel Emilia And Wesley

And yet, he'd volunteered to drive her to school, bought her thoughtful gifts. I picked up the book he'd left for Emilia—a signed first edition of "Starstruck." How had he known she wanted it? The puzzle too—it was exactly the kind of complex challenge she loved. It showed an attention to detail, a consideration I wouldn't have expected from him. My phone buzzed with another text message. This time from Alex: Emilia safely delivered to school. She might have mentioned I ask "stupid questions." Working on my kid conversation skills. Despite everything, I smiled. Then immediately frowned at my reaction. I should not be smiling at anything Alex Russo said or did. This was business, nothing more

Her hand touched a small box with an unusual symbol on it that seemed to glow like the sun. She pulled open the lid and picked up the book inside to see it. She read its name under her breath, "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves." Her eyes widened when she found out it was a witchcraft book about werewolves. The words "magic" and "witches" didn't sound right in her mind, and she didn't want to believe the things she was reading, but somehow she did. She put the book back into the box and saw the ashes that scattered nearby. From among the ashes, she saw a half-burnt picture of Emily and the scarf she had given her on her last birthday. It brought tears to Esen's eyes.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

I couldn’t drag more people into my mess. With a small flick of my wrist, the book rose again. This time, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. I guided the book until it hovered just above Brienne’s head, circling like a lazy predator. My lips curved into a small smirk. One flick of my finger, and— The door creaked open. I froze mid-air, my hand suspended. Eliana stood at the entrance, her eyes wide as they darted between me and the floating book. The spell broke; the book crashed onto Brienne’s head. She groaned and turned away, still half-asleep.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

They were all written in a poetic way with perfume references. ‘When you said I was your favorite scent, was that also a lie?’ ‘You said I reminded you of blooming lilies and daisies during spring . You said you found me intoxicatingly beautiful. You said a lot of things. You promised.’ This one was lengthier, but it also had no signature or initials. It felt like I was intruding on a private moment between old lovers. My cheeks instantly turn red at the thought. Did grandmother have an old lover? Were they letters from my grandfather?

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

I let my feet move against the friction to slow down my pace. Her baby blue dress is dancing with hair when she spins to face me. I glared at the wall and muttered, “show off.” I heard her giggle and then stretched her arms to hug me. I smell lavenders as I sniff to her clothes. How can this woman use a sleep aroma for perfume? “Oh don’t be such a wiener, Emilia,” she giggled. I rolled my eyes and asked her what is she doing here.