I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

he said, "Every wolf has a different smell and only their mates can smell their scent strongly." "I know, but you don't have to sniff me!" I exclaimed. "What do I smell like?" Jeffrey asked, laughing. "I don't know." "You do know, just say it." "I don't." Jeffrey stopped walking and hugged me tightly. "Now you do." I laughed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of him makes me dizzy and boosts my ego. I opened my eyes and said, "Fine, you smell like shampoo and cologne." We started to walk uphill. "Are we there, yet?" I asked.

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?

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.

I let out an exhale. Whichever it is, this will turn out to be heavily interesting. Satisfiably so. * I can smell it. My brows narrows as my nose catches on a pungent scent the moment I got out of my car. Since the moment the car door was open for me and I stepped out, the acrid smell of something vile was pungent in my nose. A smell I am accustomed to very well. Rotten human flesh.

" 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.

Even though I couldn’t even open my eyes or really yet move my body, my senses were on full alert. Meadow is here. Ben is here. Both are alive. Ben … nearly not so much. Huh. Not good. What is that god awful fucking smell? Nearly like death mixed with some kind of .. star anise? Tarragon? Oh I missed all the tastes of my mom’s garden. The smells just aren’t quite the same now that I can't taste them too. Some nights she has a late dinner and invites me over to help her cook. Being in the kitchen with her, wearing an apron and getting messy, just makes it feel like old times. But the cuisine unfortunately always has to be vegetarian, I can’t stomach the stench of cooking animal flesh.