Edward Cullen Scent Romane & Geschichten

He had asked his men to follow Felicia and take her away at the right moment. "Whoever did this, they must not know who they're dealing with!" Felicia grumbled again. And again Edward could only laugh at her. "But wait a minute!" said Felicia. The woman looked like she was taking a deep breath. She was trying to smell the surrounding scents carefully. "Why does it smell like... Edward! Edward are you there?" asked Felicia. The body scent or perfume used by Edward was distinctive. And only Felicia was familiar with this scent.

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.

Mom eventually decided not to move the plant. Over the next few days, she realized its leaves were growing larger. They ended up splitting open, and a crimson liquid that looked like blood oozed out. Its fragrance was intoxicating, as if there was a magical aspect of it in the way it drew attention. Mom became obsessed with studying the plant, even abandoning her job in the factory. After experimenting for some time, she discovered that injecting that red liquid into the human body could change a person's scent, even making them more attractive to the opposite sex.

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.

“A man-shaped problem.” I poked his shoulder with Brenda. Professional curiosity. “On a scale of one to ten, how undead are we today?” Nothing. “Zero being decomposed tax evader, ten being fully Edward Cullen.” Still nothing. “Great,” I said. “We’re doing silent treatment already. Love that.” --- He didn’t smell like death. He smelled like cedar and something metallic, like a violin string right before it snaps. The air hummed faintly around him. A very small, sensible voice whispered: Leave.

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

It had, impossibly, gone still. And then I caught his scent profile. Not released deliberately. A natural leak from the edges of his suppressant patch, drawn out by the pain of his wound. Old paper. Desiccated herbs. A ghost of cedar. Nothing like Cain's. Cain's scent was soaked in cordite, carrying a scorching bite that stabbed into the sinuses like a blade. Elias's was sun-warmed, muted, like winter light falling across the cracked spines of old books, curling their edges.

He put his arms folded in front of him. “You worked for Susan Montegro, didn’t you? She is my step brother’s in law sister…” he continued and smirked, “I know you were in disguise, wearing a boob wig, sexy outfits when I asked you to have a coffee time with me and Susan, you kept ignoring me.” He stared at her and made Elena gulping. “But my nose could trace your perfume and your scent.” Elena squinted her eyes. ‘Could he trace my scent?’ Edward sighed. “I never played around with any women, Elena…”