Unscented Novels & Stories

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'

" Your scent is indeed unique, Cinnamon, sweet oranges, the rain...uh..." He titled my head so I could look into his eyes. " But it is difficult to understand. It's changes frequently, something I suspect has a connection to what you really are," I smiled tightly. " How do you smell me? I didn't even spray any deodorant and I can only smell a deodorant when it used," " Deodorants and body scent are two different thing, according to myth, body scent is that smell which one is born with and how the scent smells like is usually connected to the powers such person would exhibit,"

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.

xo ADB_Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have no idea how long I’ve been staring into the endless darkness around me. It’s been like this every night for the past few weeks, ever since I first caught that scent; that unforgettable, life-altering scent that was like a shockwave through my very being. It came out of nowhere and ever since then I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. It’s consuming me and driving me to madness. I’ve never encountered a scent like it in my life. It was so unique that I can’t even describe it as a scent. Have you ever smelt something, yet you can only describe how it tastes? It was like that for me. This scent was like the galaxy exploding on my tongue. N

A dull ache settles in my chest at his absence, an emptiness that feels oddly profound. At some point last night, Eamon explained how mates can ‘scent’ each other, a concept that seemed abstract at the time but now feels so visceral. His scent reminded me of petrichor, that distinct, earthy smell that comes after a heavy rain, particularly on a cold fall day. I’ve always loved that scent, the way it signals change, the beginning or end of something. It’s funny how it aligns with him, as if his presence heralds something new in my life. I find myself considering never washing these sheets again, just to cling to that scent a little longer.

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

I say as I peer through the boutique’s glass windows. I gently slide open the door and step inside, immediately hit by the thick scent of fabric, perhaps even too strong. My eyes sweep across the space before me. The senator's attire, which I had seen through the glass windows, was impressive, but these perfectly arranged outfits on the racks were breathtaking. Who’s here?" I call out. “Helloooo?" I repeat, this time with more irritation. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to Ere’s Scent." A soft, almost shy voice replies from somewhere in the boutique.

“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.

I couldn't wait for English class to give Celia back her clothes because the scent was driving me insane. There was the rich clove scent that all Moonless Night Pack members shared, but her specific scent was tart, citrusy and sweet honey. Her scent was amazing. I guess I had never gotten close enough to smell her before, because I would have sat closer to her just to inhale that delectable scent.