I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

Overlying that was the warm smell of sugar and cinnamon, and overlying that was the musky smell of a woman. Imagine, if you can, the smell of an extra rare steak, still dripping with blood, and at the same time the smell of a freshly baked apple pie, then add the smell of sex. Now, multiply that aroma tenfold to account for the sensitive nose of a wolf. That's what she smelled like! I was in olfactory heaven.

With a frown, I turned my head slightly toward him and sniffed. Shit, he really did smell better than the steak. I’d officially taken a turn toward crazy-town. What the hell had he done to me? “Do your pheromones change the way things smell?” I asked, biting into a fry. “True Mate pheromones do, but it only affects the way I smell to you. I probably smell better than either of our meals, right now.” He nodded toward my food, his hands wrapped around the giant burger. “You sure as hell smell and taste better than this.”

Rachel said. "Yeah even to us Werewolves although Supernatural and human flesh is not included in our diet. Your smell could be compared to a steak sizzling in butter that's rubbed in harmonious spices such as rosemary, black pepper and thyme just to name a few. It's pretty much like that. I'm sure even the Mermaids have noticed your scent but you're like half Mermaid so that would be wrong," so I smell like steak and pretty much every "Predator" in the school noticed my scent.

While I was heading there, I savored the smell of the food. The savory smell of the beef wafting through my nostrils as I walk closer, it felt like it was seducing me to eat it. The scent of the beef was partnered with the aromatic, and pungent smell of rosemary— the earthy scent it gives just makes the beef even more desirable. Once I was seated, I finally saw all of the contents of the plate. There’s the beef which smell is incorporated with rosemary, when cut in half, showcases the perfect medium cooking— just the way I like it. It was easy to slice and a bite is so tender I don’t need to chew much, the juices coats my tongue and makes it dance through the melody of flavors.

Salome’s POV “Don't say a word about the smell,” I whispered, catching Aiden’s sleeve before he could open his mouth. He winced, his nose wrinkling in visible disgust. I didn't blame him. The second we stepped over the threshold, a thick, cloying scent hit me. It wasn't just old trash or unwashed gym clothes. It was the heavy, sweet rot of meat left too long in the sun. It reminded me of a dumpster I walked past behind a butcher shop once. The memory of that grey, slimy waste made my throat tighten, but I forced myself to swallow the bile.

" Did you forget to shower or something?" I was self consciously aware of the stench that clung onto my clothes after the joint we smoked behind the school building. It's a smell that's inescapable, some describe it as skunk smell. The smell of weed. Letting go of her, I took a huge step back before burying my nose into my jumper to affirm her accusation. She wasn't overreacting. I did smell like the devil's underwear! " Um..." " There's a new invention called soap ,have you heard of it, Maxwell?" Her nose sounded all plugged up as she held a hand over it to shield away the putrid stench of my weed smelling clothes.

I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as the well-cooked beef was pushed out. "Yeah, mum I'm good. Just that I don't like the smell of beef these days." "Are you sure you are okay? Is there something you are hiding from me?" I raised my eyebrows confused. ' Except for the little threat coming from the Wilson family. Nothing else is worth thinking about." "Liv, let her be. " Peter interfered which I was thankful about.

Blake shrugged, he turned the burner off and open the lid, the smoke brought the smell of cheese, chorizo, and tomatoes to my nose. "I remember I walked over a burning pit, it must've caught the smell." I nervously sniffed my top and my oily hair stick decided to snap my hair tie in two. My hair wasn't washed for days now. And it's slimy, stinky, and oily. I wonder why they didn't notice that smell first, before my clothes. "When will you stop lying to us?"

One of the classes I’d actually taken a keen interest in. Before long, I realised it was getting dark. How the day went by so quickly, I didn’t even stop for lunch. Ben must of come home at some point as I could smell the aromas from the kitchen and hear him humming some sort of tune. He was in a good mood I thought. I packed up my books as light was becoming sparse anyway and my nose took me closer to the sweet smell of whatever Ben was cooking. “That smells divine! What are you making?” “Just beef stroganoff, want some? I’ve made plenty?”

I think as a knife of sadness embeds itself in my heart. "Wait... Do you smell that," Benji asks as Boyd takes off like a bolt of lightning. The others take off after Boyd instantly and I shake my head to clear it some before focusing on all the scents. All I can smell is the dead calf's blood, the grazing cattle, Darcy, and the fumes from the explosion. Boyd must have smelled whatever Benji did, but I can't.