Unscented の小説・ストーリー

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.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

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.

Mace Sinclair sat in his opulent office, surrounded by the trappings of power and success. His face was the epitome of gruff determination as he meticulously filled out paperwork, each stroke of his pen a testament to his unwavering focus. The room exuded an air of authority, from the towering shelves filled with leather-bound volumes to the massive oak desk that dominated the space. Outside his office, the atmosphere was far from serene. Commotion had erupted in the hallway, and the usually poised and professional staff were in disarray. Mace's 17-year-old niece, Seraphina Sinclair, was the epicenter of the chaos, her fiery spirit on full display.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

"I will do that and with unscented soap. Same with our clothes. I don't want anyone touching our stuff." "Is it like that for everyone in the north?" "Yes and no. The den is normal, and the soap is always unscented when it comes to washing. But others can help with washing, but not for me. I have a heightened sense of smell because I have lost my hearing. Which makes me not want to smell other scents on you or have them brought into my space."

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.

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.

That is my job. “This one here has natural undertone, it’s a female, but the surrounding scents, for one, flank her perfectly. There’s no way that is natural. They also have a chemical undertone to them. The scent has been preserved, really well, and it is being let off near her to make it look like a team is running through here, when it’s just her.”