I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

He smelled fresh and clean which was good so wherever he was he must have been spending time with someone who he knew. " You smell like Fabio's shower gel. He's the only guy I know who uses the shower gel that smells like cinnamon and strong cinnamon rolls so that he smells like cinnamon all the time which makes the girls go crazy but not me because I only go crazy for one man. How was your trip? "

He demanded, looking at me with his nose scrunched up. “What are you trying to say?” I frowned at him, sniffing my armpits to know if I was smelling, but I wasn't. “You stink like a man and more. There's this scent you have that's not human,” Mike explained, standing next to Miles with a frown on his face. “Did you hug someone?”

”I always feel like I want to puke and I can't stand some smells. “What kind of smell?” I asked and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I can’t stand the smell of anything sweet like candy and fruity popsicles.” “More like you are describing Hades' scent,” She made a gaggling sound to confirm it and I started to laugh but choked it back, afraid that I might offend her. “And also the smell of coffee. I have always loved the rich smell of coffee but now I can't stand the smell anymore.”

I had randomly grabbed a book, opened the pages up and inhaled the amazing scent of a book and enjoyed how it reeked of old age, it was honestly such a good smell. As time passed by, the smell of cooked meat and vegetables filled my nostrils as the time of the Alpha's and the unmated arriving was soon upon us. As usual, I craved for the delicious food of the ceremony, with enhancing smell, you can't help but smell it. I tilted my head a bit so I could smell the air more clearly, at first it was just the books and dust, but then I could smell the roast beef, pig crackle, steamed chicken, cooked vegetables, apple pie, blueberry pie and the most wonderful smell of chocolate. It was absolutely h

he said to me. Hearing his explanation, I smiled, understanding what the scent meant to him. “What about me? What do I smell like to you?” he asked softly. “You smell amazing. The scent is a combination of leather, and musk,” I told him. He smiled, “That sounds interesting,” he replied with a chuckle.

A problem he had to eliminate before she destroyed everything he had built. Nigel was still struggling to catch his breath. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and the lingering nausea showed no signs of abating. Mrs. Harris placed a firm hand on his arm. "Nigel... talk to me. What's wrong?" He remained silent for a moment, staring blankly ahead. Then, he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he tried to contain what he had been suppressing for years. “I can’t…” His voice was hoarse, broken. “I can’t stand the smell of omega pheromones anymore.” Mrs. Harris and Eloise exchanged a surprised look. “What?” Eloise breathed, incredulous. Nigel closed his eyes for a moment, searching for

I’m trying to breathe through my mouth, but even that feels like licking the scent. Ava is bouncing beside me in full glam mode, practically strutting like she’s on a runway. Meanwhile, I’m dragging my feet, wearing the same hoodie I wore two days ago, and debating if I should tie my scarf around my face. “God, why does everyone on this street have to smell like expired Axe body spray today?” I complain. A guy in a tight black tee walks past us, and it gets worse. I literally choke. “Oh my god, I think my organs are shutting down.”

Or… am I? As I walk, a scent wafts past—a tantalizing blend of sandalwood, leather, and something rich and spicy. My mouth waters instantly, the scent triggering a primal hunger. I find myself following it instinctively, like a cartoon character drawn to the smell of food. But this scent… it’s even more intoxicating than a steak, something I feel an inexplicable urge to sink my teeth into.

“Maybe he just didn’t understand that I was with you?” This thought struck me as sound. After all, when Stas came, I was with my head under the covers. Feeling me is another challenge, because because of the Beast I feel like a very, very weak she-wolf, and there are a lot of such in the pack. As for the smell, even I myself can’t catch anything except Arthur by smell! The room is too saturated with it, and the leader himself covers everything around with himself. Bestia lay down on her back in her clearing, showing how she gets high from everything that happens. Well, yes, because for her there is nothing better than to surround herself with the smell of her male.

I staggered and recoiled steps backwards, bumping into a kid with a dirty red hair, when a nasty smell hitted my nostrils. The huge guy's armpit stank of decayed meat, and sweat dripped from his under arm since he was on a brow torn singlet. Which I greatly suspected had been white, but currently brown because of lack of washing. I could feel the food I had eaten earlier on, leaving the pit of my stomach to travels it's way up to my throat. "I can't stand this." I muttered in disgust, releasing an hefty spittle and was about retreating when I hear someone screamed.