I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

"You smell like..." He leans in again. Inhales one more time, his nostrils flaring. "Cheap soap," he spits out, his voice shaking with disgust. "Laundry detergent. Pine. Synthetic." He pulls back, staring at me with a look of absolute horror. "Like a man." My throat goes dry. Liam. He had hugged me goodbye. He had lent me his jacket when I walked him to the subway. The scent of him...normal, drugstore cologne and fabric softener....is sticking to the expensive cashmere.

The scent of sautéed onions, fresh tomatoes, and seasoned beef wafted through the air, making everyone’s mouth water. Sandra took a deep breath, her eyes widening. "Wow, Emily, this smells even better than usual!" Kelly slowly opened her plate, expecting a sweeter aroma, only to behold her nightmare. As the lid came off, a thick, yellowish steam erupted from the dish, carrying the pungent scent of fishy cod liver oil and fermented shrimp. The noodles looked like a pile of tangled, grayish worms soaked in a muddy, dark red sauce. Kelly’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated horror.

When the car came to a stop, my pregnancy-heightened senses immediately picked up the heavy, bloody smell of raw beef in the air. Had Adrian forgotten? Forgotten that as a human, I couldn’t tolerate that smell at all? Forgotten that since becoming pregnant, even the slightest trace of it could make me nauseous and barely able to stand?

The women in this pack are the real bosses, and we will never forget it or live it down if we do. I have noticed her sense of smell has become slightly off these last few days, and she smells things more strongly than before. We have been eating breakfast in our room the last two days as the smells of bacon, sausages, coffee etc., has been too overwhelming for Maddie. My poor mate. She can still eat it, but not be in the room where it is cooked.

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.

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."

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.