Unscented Novels & Stories

"Listen, I'm not in the mood for your brattiness. So just spill it." She sighed and looked at him. Caden was looming over her and she once again got wafted with his smell. She wondered what he put on to get the eucalyptus smell. Or maybe that was his shampoo and conditioner. If that was it then she would have to buy. But then again it may not be good for her hair. It's heavily scented and she would always associate those with cheap companies trying to entice customers when they have really bad ingredients in their products. It could be that the shampoo would have sulfates and she only used them once a month. So maybe she would buy it for that use.

Why does this girl enjoy shouting so much? We catch up to them, waving, because they were ahead of us. We were all crammed in front of the elevator, and as the doors opened, we were all crammed in and pushed all the way to the rear corner. Joshua surrounded me, allowing me some room, and we were facing one other. His hands were over my shoulders, gripping the wall, and just when I thought things couldn't get much worse, one person slid right before the doors closed. And it pushed Joshua even closer, and our bodies were already touching, faces only inches apart. What have I gotten myself into? It's still early in the morning. He even smells wonderful, which adds to my attraction to him. And t

At least she was once again sitting on the stool. He shook his head, a slight, knowing smile on his lips. “Your purging didn’t work. Lucky for you, Jackson doesn’t know or he’d throw a fit.” Overcome, Leo slapped a palm to her forehead, mouthing silent oaths. Scy returned his attention to Andrea. “Those who can tell already have knowledge of you both, yet have done nothing at this point. Why do you think you’ll have sudden success now?” Questions spun in Andrea’s mind. She searched his face. “You must not be as strongly affected by the charmer pheromone as the Haunt.”

asked Mercy worried, she kept looking around but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “I picked up a scent that is not a wolf,” Ambrosia told her, Suzie sniffed around and picked up the scent as well, it was unfamiliar but it was not a rogue, the scent was calming for some strange reason. “What is it Suzie?” asked Mercy standing protectively in front of Luka and Ambrosia. “I don’t know Luna but it’s not rogues, it’s strange but unbelievably calming” Mercy frowned, who could the scent belong to them or what?

I scampered through the washroom door immediately. Exhaling a sigh of relief when I notice no one was there, I drop my backpack on the sink and proceed to open it. Searching through its contents, I emerged with my spray and wasted no time in masking my scent. Today was a mistake I couldn't afford. I thought I did mask my scent. Suddenly, I'm thinking about my father. And what he was going to do to me when he discovered what I had done. “There is only one rule, you little bitch, never let anyone know who you are! Mask your scent all the time, else, you’re going to get it so hot from me!'’

“Really guys, think about what you say before you say it. Geez, he doesn’t get all the fun in this relationship. He works just as hard as I do. Also, this is an art and well, he doesn’t have the skills, talent, or training. So, let’s keep him in a place where he has skills, talent, and training. Everyone will be happier than. Also, please don’t beg me to send requests or proposals to Jordan. I don’t have anything to do with his work and I won’t send any proposals his way. The liability and responsibility are not part of my job.” “Now what is in my wheelhouse is knowing which and how much essential oils to add and when. That’s what we specialize in here. A sensory experience for everyone. Whe

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

“If Serenity was about inner peace, and Sentiments was about connection and nostalgia, what if we created a new line based on energy? On ambition, passion, drive.” I nodded slowly, my mind already racing with ideas. “So, Success would be one—something bold, powerful, designed to boost confidence and leave a lasting impression.” Jessica snapped her fingers. “Exactly! A scent that makes someone feel unstoppable, like they can walk into any room and own it.” I turned back to my formula, already picturing it—rich saffron, smooth oud, a touch of citrus to sharpen the senses. Something commanding yet refined. “And then Seduction,” I added. “Something magnetic. A fragrance that lingers like a whisp

Joel is listening as well. "I'll do whatever you want if you make this pain stop." She mindlinks back. I use magic to ease her pain and make a cooling sensation come over her. It will also help her scent so unmated wolves won't be frantic to get to her. It won't hold forever, but it should be long enough for what we need to do. She continues rolling around in the cage and screaming.

Which is on the far end of the room and beside the window where wind carries away most of the scents. What if she came here after knowing the news but I was busy in the shower? Because Monica doesn't talk to the same person twice if she senses disrespect. I opened the letter to find something written in Monica's handwriting. . . Congratulations on your mark! Spray this to suppress your mate scent if you like. You have things to sort out after all. And find me again if you need something. Have fun. . . Suppress my mate's scent? What the fuck does that even mean? I open the bottle of the pink liquid and I sniff it. It's the scent of the honeysuckle. My mate's scent.