Unscented Novels & Stories

I also knew that I wasn't ready to go home without my mate. While The guys were trying to figure out what to do, I let Leah take over, and we went to sniff the spot where Marcus's scent had ended. My father had always taught me no matter how similar things were, everything had its distinct scent, and you just have to find it. I was able to pick the tires scent. I compared the scent with other tire tracks, so I could pick out the distinct smell of the tires of that particular vehicle. It took a while, but I was able to find what made that particular vehicles tire tracks distinct from others, it had a burnt gum smell that others didn't have.

Soren Maeve smells incredible. Like her skin, a touch of perspiration, and that heady magnolia scent that curls through my body with each inhale, rewiring my brain. There’s more to it. Things I hadn’t picked up before–like her scent is suddenly intensified. Traces of amber and vanilla. A soft, evening breeze over the lake in Moonrise. A cool, late autumn rain.

In fact, Greg sensed no anger at all despite just telling her about something that practically went against the system she was defending. Her curious bright eyes even encouraged him to give more than he was asked, so he did, “Human scents are the worst, by the way. Their general scent is very varied, unlike ours which is quite standard. And because of that, scent sprays for this species are normally tailored to a specific region or group. And there’ll be different scents when they sweat. It really is a hassle. If I ever start a business selling scent sprays, I’m dead certain about never taking human scents into my inventory. Most of them would expire before they’re bought off the shelf.”

Aurora's POV I was startled when the door to the study got pushed open, and the scent that hit me had my core clenching in a way I hated but have no control over. My body is behaving like it doesn't belong to me since I arrived at this pack, and I need to check that before it embarrasses me further than we have already gone. Why the hell is my core tightening? Enveloping and irresistible, his scent is a captivating blend of sandalwood, subtly infused with the essence of the woods he cherishes. This pure, masculine aroma possesses the power to command attention from any discerning nose. It makes females throw away their panties straight away.

I mean. I finished up the meal and opened the fridge for an ice cream tub. Getting a spoon, I put it on the dining table and went to our room to get my apple laptop. I bumped into Bruce and nearly fell, but he supported me by holding my arms. "Sorry." I whispered reluctantly, looking aside, annoyed at how his cologne smelt so good. "So let me guess, you intentionally bumped into me to get my attention, right?" He asked, still holding my arms. I looked at the wall on my right and gulped when his gaze trailed down my neck.

It was faint, but I caught a whiff of the same scent from Chris as we entered. The air was thick with anticipation as the door to the private booth slid open, revealing a dimly lit space that hummed with unspoken tension. The moment I stepped inside, a wave of warmth enveloped me, not from the temperature of the room, but from the intoxicating scent that lingered in the air like a promise. It was him, Alpha Raymond Fireheart. His scent, a heady mix of musk, pine, and something uniquely primal that always left me breathless. My heart quickened, struggling to steady my racing thoughts as I felt his presence waft over me like an invisible force.

Instinctively, I sniff myself and realize what he means. I don't smell like anything. Because it's like I don't have a scent at all. And worst of all, I can't feel my wolf.

He had seen me in the restaurant in Siena on monday with strawberry blonde hair, wearing a name tag that read Laura and now I was sitting in front of him with blonde hair and an id he was holding which says I'm Gabriella Bianchi. I passed out last night after seeing who I had been shamelessly making out with in the middle of the dancefloor. I woke up this morning wrapped in sheets that smelled strongly of him. I basked in the scent for an hour, just enjoying the bliss his scent seemed to put me in. I could have laid there forever, isolated from the outside world, just stuck in the hole my mate's scent seemed to have dug for me but unfortunately, a knock on the door broke me out of my world

"And very loud. And it smells different from other water." "Different how." "Like something old," Margaux said. "Like something that has been there longer than everything else and knows it." Seren looked at this information from several angles. "Mr. Roof would like it," she decided. "He likes things that are not scared of being big." Something moved across Margaux's expression that she did not manage or contain just let be there for a moment, the specific expression of a woman receiving something from a four year old that she had not known she needed.

He tries to scramble for a technical question to trip her up. "Fine. A high-value client wants a premium perfume for a partner who is highly allergic and sensitive to strong scents. What do you suggest?" "Is the partner male or female?" "Male." "Something ozone or aquatic. I see you have the LV imagination and also Boadicea Aqua on display behind the glass; that possesses a hypoallergenic synthetic base. It’s a perfect suggestion." Johnny swallows hard, his jaw tightening but he maintains his professional stance.