Htf Sniffles Novels & Stories

"Maya, all the hospitals in the city finished the tests! Just like you thought! I'm downstairs at Bellemont—I'm coming up now!" I hung up. "Officer, wait. The evidence is on the way." Before I came here, I'd already pulled some of Lily's hair—mine too—and had my cousin Keira run tests. I was going to confirm it quietly. Didn't expect Wesley to call the press and drag me through the dirt. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "They already did a hundred tests." "Why do more?" "What's it gonna change?"

" Holding my mug, I silently walked back to my office. Ryan was an old fox. His performance had been declining year after year, but when it came to stirring up trouble, he was an expert. Just before getting out of work, I unwittingly glanced over at Sylvie's desk. She had propped her phone up on a stand, angled perfectly. Then she slightly lowered her head and discreetly squeezed two drops of eye drops into her eyes. When she looked up again, she looked exhausted and full of grievance. She faced the camera, adopted a choked, wounded tone—as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice—and started recording.

“Do you smell that?” I blinked, scanned the air. All I got was drywall dust and the faint medicinal note of the hospital-grade cleaning agent I made the housekeeper use on Mondays. “No,” I said. Thomas shook his head, too, his breath shallow in the way you get when you don’t want to pull on the stitches in your chest. Hilda sniffed again, deep enough to hurt her. Whatever she was expecting, it didn’t appear. “Never mind,” she said, but her eyes stayed on the seam between the door and the jamb. “That’s weird.”

He didn't even sniff too hard, and yet a deep lingering odor of ammonia invaded his nostrils. "I am 17 years old for fuck's sake... this should not be happening!"

SSHS 159 “What do you mean? It actually smells nice. Like strawberries.” Excami said as she was confused as to why Albert was scrunching and pinching his nose. “I smell jackfruit.” Hestia said, though she was also puzzled by the situation. It is unusual already for her to smell jackfruit at their location, but it was also unusual that Excami was smelling something else and Albert was grossed out by it. Then something clicked in her mind. She sniffed the air again and began walking to the direction she thought the source of the smell was coming from. “Hestia, where are you going?” Excami asked. Albert cannot talk since he was so grossed out by the smell that he cannot even move at all.

Her usual vanilla scent had begun to fade, but it had left behind an intoxicating aroma of Hazel’s natural scent, fixed with her sweat and the more alarming scent of blood. Without thinking, Snarl raced down the stairs, almost slipping on the mold and mildew that was growing on the steps. Grabbing hold of the rail at the bottom to steady himself, he sucked in a deep breath, opening his mouth to draw the smells of the room over his scent glands. “Have you come to ask some more of your questions?” The voice coming from the near darkness made Snarl ’s entire body tremble with relief, but a

I mean, hell, how pathetic and ridiculous is tha- “HACK-CHEWWW!!” Oh... Oh no. Oh-oh. That was… loud. “What was that?” Daniella’s voice came in, she paused for quite a while before she said that. I clear my throat nervously, “W-what? What was what?” my sound trembles a little, I take a deep breath calming myself. I try to come up with something to fib out, “T-that was just me sneezing… I mean, I’m bathing, I’m naked, it’s natural that I catch a cold, right?”

“I’m being assimilated by this body…” He collapsed dramatically onto his pillow, only to sneeze from a sudden tickle in his nose. On his nightstand were three boxes of tissues, neatly labeled: Lavender Scented (Antibacterial), Ultra-Soft (For Sensitive Noses), and Waterproof (Multipurpose Use). As he diligently logged his daily sneeze count into an Excel sheet, the door creaked open. His father entered with a mug of warm milk, gaze sweeping across the electronic chaos strewn across the bed.

Slowly, he moved his head in my direction, his golden eyes locking on mine, then he sniffed loudly, letting out another angry growl. Why is he sniffing? “I took my shower, so I most definitely don’t smell bad.” He let out a high-pitch yelp, sniffing the air again before letting out yet another growl. Is something setting it off? I didn’t apply any perfume while coming because it’s a general rule for level Nine. I lifted my arm and sniffed myself, and I picked up a faint smell, almost not noticeable, but there. A cologne scent. It must be from Jade when he hugged me earlier.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go