I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

Oliver talks naughty. “No way! I’m not going to eat while smelling like armpits, you’re going to wash that armpit and wash it very well or I won’t even sit near you.” Isn't it enough to go eat with the scammer and the slut nearby? I'm not going to put up with the stench of cc even if the cow coughs. “If you train with me and you stink you won’t even care.” I don't even know if I'm going to this restaurant smelly and not dressed up, I want to look pretty to meet his slutty ex.

Trouble is not anosmic as you would think. Trouble stinks, with a fetid aroma like sulphur roasting a corpse. My nose has been trained to seek it out since the day a lorry tried to put its metal rib cage straight through Mum and I, since the day i woke up in n a hospital bed with an inferno in my lungs and lead flowing in my veins.

ELEANOR’S POV. I felt this nasty sting up in my nostrils, and it was acrid. Sulfur mixed with smoke. There was a sizzling sound; it smelled like burnt beef, smelt like horror, like fear mixed with the stench of burnt hair and the smell of coagulated blood. I could hear their screams and wails so vividly in my head as they crawled away from the fire that was already burning half of their bodies. The smell was sickening, but my fear made me want to puke more. I could almost feel the taste of their horrors in the back of my mouth.

He smelled like soap and Joel. "You don't smell like a man whose been fighting to the death," I blurted out.

We smell like sweat and sex. "You know what you smell like?" He asks me, sucking the spot on my neck. I got a deja vu when he asked me that. "You," I breathed, lifting my hips slightly for more friction. He smiled against my neck. "Yes, Bee. You smell like me. I like that." "We have to shower," I whispered. "We smell like sex." "I love that," He whispered. "You ruined me now, Bee. I can't focus on work without thinking about being inside you."

Kade asked a worried look on his face. “I’m fine,” I growled out. “Didn’t you eat before coming here?” Kade asked, concerned laced in his voice. “Yes, Kade.” I said trying to hold back another growl. “Then why does it look like your beast is ready to come out and play?” Kade said intrigued by my current situation. “I can smell something intoxicating,” I said opening up to my friend. “I have to have whomever that smell is coming from. My beast won’t settle for less.”

I grabbed the plate from his hands and walked over to the small table near the fireplace and set the plate down. As I removed the top, I was met with the most delicious smell of spiced beef stew, I could smell the fresh lemon, the paprika and even the rosemary. He walked towards me setting down a loaf of fresh bread for me to enjoy with the meal, and without looking at him I dived in gorging myself on the beef pieces that melted in my mouth. I couldn't hold in my moans of pleasure, not even sex could compare to this. He pulled the chair out to sit down across from me and I wearily looked up. "Don't you need to run back to your master?" I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, "you

Yosef tuts in a deep voice in my ear. "Yosef leave her alone." Cole reprimands pulling me into his side once again. He smells like a cucumber, which basically smells like nothing but it smells clean; something I've noticed now twice in one day. Even when we went to the beach after we got out of the water he still smelled like a clean baby. I probably stink... Gosh he needs to take his arm off me otherwise might just get a whiff of my signature scent... Sweat. As disgusting as it sounds it's very true, I hate using perfume like other girls but that's just because it seems trivial and I always forget.

Why does this guy have to smell so good? It’s distracting and I need to focus. He smells like the coffee shop my father used to take me to in the mornings before school. Rich, dark, freshly ground coffee with a hint of cream and sugar. Right now, he’s standing behind me, so close I can feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. Geez, he’s warm. Must be a wolfy thing. “How do you know those goons worked for her?” He asks me.

I smell things a lot, but I don't tell mummy because it's weird. My friend Gaby told me so when the teacher lied to Ian's parents and I told her that I could smell that our teacher was lying. I can still smell well. My Dad smells like rust and burnt wood, which tells me he's worried and a little angry, and my mum smells like only rust, so she's worried.