Novel & Cerita Unscented

Lucien shoved me in first, then slid in beside me, Kael got Theo in the back pulling him across his lap. Lucien drove, tires screeched. In the back seat, Theo was shaking violently. sweat beaded on his forehead, his scent was overwhelming, heat , raw. It almost made Kael and Lucien lost control. Kael's face went White. "Rian," he called voice tight. "Do something." I reached back, grabbing Theo's hand. my own scent slipped out-controlled, careful, Enigma pheromones is meant to soothe and can also be very dangerous.

Though he looked perplexed, he still did as he was told. Then, she lit some incense, letting the fragrance gradually spread through the air. Mom smiled and explained that it was aromatherapy incense that worked best when used together with her perfume. The idol trainee nodded. But the moment I caught the familiar scent, I quickly covered my nose. I knew that scent far too well. It was the sedative incense Mom bought. Half a year ago, I was kept awake by mosquitoes in my room. So I went to the storage room to look for some mosquito repellents.

God, I must miss that woman so fucking much to have caught a scent of her familiar female fragrance. I push the door open and walk inside, shutting it behind me. With each step I take closer, her scent becomes stronger and it fucks with my head. It drives me completely insane and it's almost like she's right here with me– even when I know she's far from me. I tumble on the bed and spread my arms, my head raised to the ceiling. "That's rude of you to have no regard for my presence. " I stay still for a split second, wondering if that voice is in my head or—

Ruby tried explaining-but with the way things were, nick looked totally confused. "Ok, boy. That's enough. However, I actually came here to warn you. You have three supernatural powers which you inherited from me. I am a very great grandma of yours. I'm in the seventeenth line of your family generation. I know you may not understand. But however, your powers are: one-the ability to see ghosts. Two- you have a special word which you can say anytime to get out of trouble but you will later get to know the word as you grow. And three- I wouldn't tell you now. You might disclose it to other people. And like I said, you will get to know it as you grow."

Darcel 'CognoScenti' is a person who 'Loves' perfume. That's definitely not me, for even though I am heading the Karwitz chain of perfumes, I don't care about the stuff, I only care about the business it makes. 'A pervert'

said a giggling smoke. It looked scary. It had no shape or form at all, just a dark smoke, with glistening lights within it. And at the top, a bright blue light that was shaped like an eye. The black robe just made it worse to look at. “Hello, young humans, my name is……. Hmmmmm……. I think that will confuse you. Okay, refer to me as Adi”, it said. “By the way, young James, I have no genitals….. My species is asexual.” It said, giggling.

As we finish up,I rush to get to the Locker room to freshen up, the locker room smells of sweat and metal and little to no pheromones. I keep my head down to get my breathing in check, my heart hasn't stopped racing since the run. The suppressant patch had already worn off from being worn too long, I peel it off slowly. For a moment, I feel relief. my faint omega scent , subtle ,light and clean escapes. An unmistakable omega scent. The kind that doesn't belong to an Alpha. I wave my hand in the air, as if that would do anything to it. That's when the door opens

The mattress is cool, the sheets soft against my skin, but my mind refuses to quiet. For a while, I stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. But eventually, exhaustion drags me under. The last thing I remember before sleep takes me is the lingering scent of my cologne, my own creation, my own brand. And for tonight, that is enough.

“Wow. Your family must be very well-off. I am from Auburn, you?” “Wynthorpe.” “Never been there, but I hear it’s a beautiful rural town—mostly farmers. About the alpha—any preferences? Scents he already uses?” “He doesn’t wear perfume much. His pheromones smell like coffee which is pleasant and strong enough on their own. He dislikes overpowering scents. Says they latch to clothes and irritate his sensitive nose. Something mild and sweet would be ideal. It’s for his birthday.” “He’s lucky to have someone so thoughtful,” Silas said, casting a quick glance at his employer, who was now flirting shamelessly, kissing a woman’s hand as she blushed and giggled.

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.