Htf Sniffles Novels & Stories

Tyler and I exchanged horrified looks and before I could move, he pulled me onto the back of his chair, and then the door opened. “What do you need?” I crouched down and hid on the back of his chair, feeling his breathing and warmth, and I could feel my face flush, it was the second time this happened and I don’t know if I could get used to it. “I smell Harriet here, did she come here?” Tiffany asked and she sniffed around. I put my hand over my mouth and pressed it as if that would help dissolve my smell, does Lukas and Neneuis smell me too that day, but let us be and confessed to one another?

they all screamed , clutching each other, practically bouncing off their seats with horny excitement. The next day, I almost ran straight into him in the hallway. “Whoa, careful there, kitten,” he said, steadying me with a hand on my arm. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” I pulled back quickly, trying to act unbothered . He chuckled. “What’s your Snap handle ?” I raised a brow. “Why do you need my Snap?” “To send you streaks of my dick,” “Bet you’d love seeing it first thing in the morning and before bed. Seven inches, huge monster veiny cock—fucking irresistible.”

I feel like I’m gonna pass out from the strength of the smell. I quickly grab a small towel and put it over my nose then went into the bathroom to get something to clean it up, I was just walking back from the bathroom to the closet when I heard a knock << who is it? >> (( it’s Hayden )) << come in >> Hayden pushed the door and walked in and held his nose (( what the hell is that awful smell? )) << the Grindling >> (( you killed it? )) << well yes, I melted it with Moms Serum >> he nodded and walked further into the room following me into the closet.

“Vampire ears are a little more sensitive than ours when it comes to low pitched sounds.” “The hissing noise.” He said looking around more alert and worried. Each one of us stares at each other in confusion. Then we start to smell it. A sweet smell of Gardenias. Oh no! “Don’t breath to deeply if you can help it! They are trying to put us under!” Zayden tells us in a hurry.

The sunlight filters through the tall windows of my private suite, painting golden streaks across the polished floor reflecting somewhat bright beams. I blink against it as my eyes adjust, disoriented for a heartbeat. The memory of last night comes flooding back erasing the last of my grogginess: the Autumn Infrastructure Forum, the waltz, Alaric’s hand at my waist, the way he had said my name. My chest tightens. Why was he interested in this initiative? Why was he interested in me? My instincts scream at me when it comes to him, but I am not sure exactly what kind of signals I am receiving.

The kind that means they're watching. Stay calm, Sable whispers inside me. Don't give her what she wants. I don't. I straighten up, meet Britney's eyes for just a second, then turn back to my locker. My hands shake as I reach for my chemistry textbook. I hate that they shake. I hate that she can see it. "What's wrong?" Britney leans against the locker next to mine. Her perfume is too strong. It makes my nose itch. "Cat got your tongue? Oh wait—you don't have a wolf, so I guess nothing's got your tongue."

It was a small whistle, intricately designed with a wolf's head on top. "Tiffany, look," Hailey whispered, pointing at the whistle. "Maybe that's what's causing the noise." Curiosity outweighing their fear, Tiffany carefully picked up the whistle. It felt cold and strangely powerful in her hands. She examined it closely, noticing an inscription on the side that read, "The Lycanthrope's Whistle." "What should we do with it?" Hailey asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. Tiffany hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of their actions. However, a sense of adventure and the desire to uncover the mystery compelled her to make a decision.

I had my pre-typed out grindr and sniffies description: Sleeping slut for use: Bottom looking to be used unconscious. Staying at the ******* hotel, room 214, door will be open all night. Taking sleeping pills. Looking for guys to use me, kinks welcum, minus scat. Recording session so wear a mask and leave an email address on the table if you would like a copy. After use, leave a tally. Mark on my ass so I know how many I had through the night. Have fun guys! 😈

I got up from the table seat and went into the hall, hearing a lot of whispers regarding my new appearance. Some ask if I’m a new girl, others saying I’m trying too hard and others say I look drop dead gorgeous. I didn’t know how to feel about myself. As I was wandering around the halls waiting for school to start, a smell hit me like a truck. It filled my lungs and took over my mind. It was the smell of, after the rain had fallen. Petrichor. "Mate" I growled. I let the scent lead my feet to where my mate was. I was so excited and my palms were sweaty. It led me to the janitor’s closet and before I opened it I heard a moan.

She’d already gotten a deep lungful of his scent. “Achoo!” “Rain? Are you okay?” Fallon asked with concern. The Haunt reached for her, perhaps in an effort to help. She sneezed twice and backpedaled, tripping on her skirt. She would have landed on her bum if Fallon hadn’t caught her. “What is it? Are you allergic to Haunt?” “Dog fur!” she gasped, then sneezed again mightily. Her eyes were watering. Fallon choked on a laugh. “You’re serious?”