Unscented Novels & Stories

I nodded, giving him a thumbs up. Raising his arm, he silently asked if I wanted a hug. My eyes squinted with a smile, appreciating his thoughtfulness. I stepped closer and embraced him, a gesture he clearly wasn't accustomed to. The hug felt incredible until his arms wrapped around me. Gone was the sweat, replaced by the scent of cologne, which struck me as odd. I was completely taken aback. It was an experience unlike anything I had felt before. It was a rarity for anyone to want to hug me-unless they were little kids who found amusement in poking my stomach and thighs.

Being this close, I can’t help but notice the unique scent that clings to her, a personal fragrance that’s unmistakably hers. The smell of her shampoo is rich and enticing, a delightful blend of sweet vanilla and exotic pomegranate, intertwined with a subtle undertone of the alcohol from the night’s festivities. It’s a striking combination, leaving a lingering impression in my senses.

It carries with it the particular ache that comes from wounds inflicted by those who were once close enough to know exactly where to cut deepest. My children's scent. Each one distinct, familiar as my own heartbeat, embedded in my memory from the days when I would breathe in the sweet warmth of their trust. Alexander's scent carries hints of steel and determination, the smell of someone who has learned to carry weapons but hasn't yet learned to love them. Seraphina holds traces of wildflowers and storm-charged air, magic crackling just beneath her skin like lightning waiting to be born. And Kai Jr. my quietest child, his scent is harder to pin down, shifting and elusive like mist at dawn, bu

"Hurry up and get dressed. Take your leather pouch and make sure you use the scent suppressant. We can’t have you trailing your smell all over the forest if you start feeling warm." She closes the door, leaving him alone in the room. Aiden lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He swings his legs out of bed, his cock twitching again at the mention of scent remover—a harsh, chemical liquid that stings when applied to his neck and wrists, masking the sweet, musky odor of his biology. He stands up and walks to the small table where his supplies are kept. He picks up the pouch, the leather worn smooth, and uncaps the bottle of suppressant .The sharp scent of alcohol and crushed herbs f

The Alpha asked crudely, staring down at Ezra who paled at the question. “E-Excuse me?” He stuttered. “Are you deaf?” He barked at Ezra, advancing a step forward and Ezra took one back. “N-No…you have the wrong person” The Alpha cocked his head to the side. “Do I? You have no scent so you’re clearly a Beta. But your features..just as they described. An Omega's lips….and body” his eyes looked down, taking every inch of Ezra’s body in and Ezra felt disgusted.

He had gone to the bathroom, where she said she'd be but he didn't catch a whiff of her scent. Justin chose to follow the track her scent led him to. Once he was out of the bar, the only thing he saw not dse away from the bar was a handbag on the floor that looked like it had been soiled by the floor and had suffered years of trampling. Justin had ignored that bag as he tried to continue tracing Alice's sent but surprisingly, her scent ended where he stood, close to where the bag was. Justin's wolf became restless, one thing he had not taken note of was the other prominent scents he was sniffing out. He had thought of the idea of those been owned by a random person but why were there four di

You answer my questions and I might answer yours. Her scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled or previously been exposed to.It was like a delicious combination of dragon fruit and cinnamon that reminded me of when I would open a perfectly fragranced tub of lotion that I just could not get enough of, so I would end up constantly smelling it just to get my fix.

she murmured, checking the girl’s skin. “None, Mom! It’s nice!” The girl chattered and then curiously leaned in to smell me. “Mom, the smell on my sister's body really smells good.” Ms. Jan looked at me, curiosity piqued. “This smell seems familiar. Is it the bottle of perfume of "City Forest" I saw last time in the studio?” I smiled. “Yes. ” “Is there any chemical additive added here.” I shook my head, “One of my own blends—pure floral and plant extract. No chemicals.”“

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"

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