I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

I would pick him up after breakfast and we could enjoy our Sunday together. I was walking home my mind repeating the events of today, the way Axel sounded and smelled. I didn’t realize his sent before meeting my wolf. When I met my wolf my senses became heightened and I could hear and smell better. But I’ve never smelled anyone so clearly, I usually have to stand very close to someone to really smell them like that. When I hug Cassandra she smells like cinnamon and honey. Brian drinks too much, his scent is covered by alcohol. Elias smells like fresh cut grass. I love to sniff his head while he sleeps and breath the fresh scent in.

He caught me easily and let out a laugh. “Baby, I’m drenched in sweat, and I stink,” he told me, though he tightly hugged me back anyway. He was sweaty, but he didn't smell bad at all; he carried this earthy, musky scent. “But something smells amazing. What have you been up to?” He carried me into the kitchen, and his eyes lit up at the food laid out on the table. I had prepared a beef stew, some rice, and an apple pie for dessert.

“Is that a new kind of perfume or something? It smells kind of… muscular, I guess. Almost like a male werewolf was here. Or at least… you were meeting with one.” I flinched when she said that. Why would she say it that way? Even more so, in front of Beowulf. A growl escaped his throat at her question, sending me on edge. “Yes, Nex. Why do you smell like that?” Beowulf questioned me coldly, puzzling me.

The man really had a way of making me come even by just looking at his face. “Ugh! What's that smell?” My thoughts were interrupted by a very disgusting smell. “Luna Tonia, we are just boiling some chicken. Is there a problem?” One of my waitresses asked. “I just feel like vomiting anytime I smell chicken, beef, or anything called meat boiling in water. The smell has suddenly become disgusting,” I pouted, feeling so stressed. “It is not that bad except it is what I think it is,” She squinted at me.

I say excited to see him! “I’m sorry i didn’t say hello last night, I came later, didn’t want to disturb you.” He says. As he gives me a hug I notice his smell. As I take a deeper breath. he looks at me like his seen an alien. “Dude you smell good, don’t look at me like that. Did you get a new cologne?” I ask. “No, what do I smell like?” He asks. I see excitement feel his eyes. “Like pine and wood ash almost like a campfire. It’s so Familiar like my child hood.” I say

"I can't smell anything. King reacts, but there's no scent to follow." "Maybe it's not about scent." I look at him. "What else would it be about?" "I don't know. But your beast doesn't react like this for no reason." Colt crosses his arms. "What if she's masking her scent somehow?" "That's not possible." "You sure?" I'm not sure. I'm not sure about anything anymore. "There was a girl," I say slowly. "In the classroom today. Back corner. She kept her head down the whole time."

I took a step back. "Bo! What are you doing here?", Alexis voice said. He took a step towards me and I took a step back. "Eew, what's that smell?", Meg said. The guy looked offended. "That's my new aftershave, dumbass." I took another step back. That smell...

I stand, unwilling to face him on my knees. “We should let them kill him!” he says. He’s much taller than I am. He towers over me, his massive aura pushing out over me, trying to intimidate me. I ignore how delicious he smells, like all the elements combined into one – the upturned earth after a tornado, the salty air of the briny sea, mixed with the scent of molten lava spilling from a volcano. I don't care how good he smells, I will not cower down to this bully.

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.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.