Scent Stories

** The book chapter 1-13 is under editing ** "Oh, you're using sir now? How polite of you. Did a fairy bite you overnight?" She didn't even blink. "No, but apparently I needed to remind myself how to behave in the presence of egotistical bosses." I smirked again. Fire. Always fire with this girl. "You call that a reminder? You stormed into my cabin like it's a wrestling ring." Her eyes blazed like I'd challenged her to a duel. "Because that's what this job feels like lately. Wrestling with my sanity." "Then maybe you should quit before you embarrass yourself." "Oh no, sir. Quitting is for the weak. I stay. I slay. And I collect pay." That caught me off guard. I let out a short laugh genuine, rare. "Is that a quote from your diary or from others' dairy?" She rolled her eyes but didn't budge. "You think this is funny? Humiliating me every second day? Whispering threats in an elevator like we're in some psychological thriller?" I stepped closer, voice dropping. "You think I care about you or what you think?" Silence. "You wore the other perfume today." "Oh, you noticed." "You have nothing to notice." The air shifted-tense, dense. Even my breath slowed. "Sorry, I didn't know your nose was on the board of directors." I stepped even closer, locking eyes with her. "Careful, Mannat. You're in my territory now." But she didn't even flinch. Just whispered with deadly precision "And you're in mine, every time you talk like that."

Rule Zero [Professor×Student] "I'm not into younger than me" ─ Est Supha "Can I get a hug professor?" ─ William Jakrapatr ✍️🏻─ vainewrigths

ကားအခန်း၊ အသားခန်းတွေပါတဲ့ OOအတွဲ (omega×omega)ရဲ့ တစ်တီတူးချစ်ကြည်နူးမှုနဲ့ OOအတွဲက တကယ်ရော ရေရှည်ဆက်သွားဖို့ ဖြစ်နိုင်ပါ့မလားဆိုတာ... ဒါလေးက paid completeပါ

The Scentmarked Archive is a companion to the Scentmarked series, created to expand the world beyond the main story. This archive can be read alongside the books, or before or after the series. Some entries include spoiler warnings, so you can explore at your own pace without revealing anything you'd rather discover in the story. Inside, you'll find detailed entries on dragon elements, magical creatures, maps, and key regions, along with art scenes and deeper explanations of the magic, cultures, and systems woven throughout the series. If you've ever wanted to look closer at the world behind the story, this is where it lives.

This is a haunting piece of prose visceral, jagged, and deeply honest in its contradictions. I have a way of capturing that specific, heavy atmosphere where guilt and nostalgia collide. The imagery of the "Mediterranean at age three" vs. the "cigarette scar" creates a powerful contrast between inherited trauma and the ones we choose to inflict on ourselves. The Curse of Loneliness: Ending on the wish for them to be "with no one but your own self" is a sophisticated kind of cruelty. It's not wishing them death; it's wishing them the one thing they fear most The "Satan Flower" Paradox: I kept the upward looking imagery but linked it more directly to the "toxic" nature of the relationship. A Technical Note on the "Satan Flower" I mentioned the Asian cultural context of the plant always looking up. referencing the Datura (often called Devil's Trumpet), it is indeed known for its upward-facing blooms and its intoxicating, sometimes toxic, properties. It fits the "alcohol accident" metaphor perfectly beautiful to look at, but dangerous to consume.

I'll never stop thinking about you.

A poem describing Aura Of a Person

Soule is the packs Omega, and by the waterfall, he finds his mate, along with a threat to the pack that won't take a "no" for an answer.

Sovarielle was born into a legacy of music and magic-one of the legendary sound dragons of Whispervale. But everything changed the day an attack stole her sense of smell, severing her from the bond that connects dragonkind. Exiled by instinct and grieving the loss of her family and horde, she vanished into the human world, learning to navigate life through sound instead of scent. In dragon society, scent is everything. It guides memory, emotion, and-most importantly-connection. It is how dragons recognize their mates. Without it, Sovarielle is considered broken, untethered... alone. Years later, a single misstep leads her back into dragon territory-and into a storm of long-forgotten alliances, mythical creatures, and rising tensions. From sirens guarding sacred seas to secretive centaurs with ancient wisdom, Sovarielle's path is shaped by those who see her not as damaged, but different. And as feelings deepen between her and a dragon who seems to know more than he says, she begins to wonder: If dragons find their mates by scent... will she ever truly know if she's found hers? A map of the country is included in the prologue, showing dragon territories, human cities, and key locations mentioned throughout the story. For readers who enjoy diving deeper, I've also created The Scentmarked Archive, which includes an interactive map and expanded lore exploring ancient dragon territories, mysterious islands, siren legends, shifter homelands, and more. You can find the link to the archive and map in my bio. Thank you so much for choosing to step into this world with me.

🌹 Every thorn tells a story. Every seed remembers its beginning. The Seed and the Creator - a whisper of love, creation, and divine design.

short poem like stories. {if you would like to see stories on certain flowers, please let me know :)} enjoy xx

A romantic secretive tale about a doctor's daughter and her Secret Life💕😍🌞

I am a normal girl, well not completely normal but I always try my best to live my life with whatever shit life decides to throw my way...until that night. Yeah, the night that makes me want to speak and be heard and even greedy for what I could not have or what I thought I could not have.

In a world where soulmates find each other through shared scents, how can a boy find true love if he can't smell anything?