Lovely Allergen Novels & Stories

Her hand lifted and clumsily brushed against my face, like she was seeing double. I felt my stomach drop. “Aria, focus,” I said sharply. “What—” And that was when I noticed it. The bite mark on her neck. Small, but angry-looking, the faint edges of it swollen. I cursed under my breath as the realization hit me. “Damn it,” I muttered, glancing quickly around us. The insect was gone, but I knew what had happened: she’d been bitten by a bug commonly known as Lovesting. Their venom was potent, filled with aphrodisiacs meant to subdue their victims until the swarm came back to feed.

"Even if you don't like it or don't want to forgive me, at least don't waste food like that…" I looked at him indifferently, my voice was flat and emotionless as I said, "I'm allergic to nuts. Not only can I not eat them, but even having them touch my lips makes me break out in hives and have difficulty breathing. Do you want me dead? So, should I still accept the bread with a smile?" Irvin's expression immediately froze, feeling awkward. After a while, he said, "I didn't… I do remember you…" "You mean, Julianne loves nuts."

At this point I genuinely could not tell whether Mother’s question had been unreasonable. Because what the hell was wrong with this girl? Who reacts to nearly dying from an allergic reaction by looking apologetic? Her fingers twisted nervously together beneath my stare. “Am… am I in trouble?” Jesus Christ. I rubbed once at my temple before looking toward the doctor. “Is she allergic to anything else?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced down at the chart, but before he could answer, the girl spoke quietly from the bed. “Uhm… shellfish. Peanuts sometimes. Strawberries make my throat itch a little and…” She hesitated. “Lavender soap too.”

"She is severely allergic to Moonshadow. Remember that." Now, he just stood there, watching Vivian place a whole bouquet of them by my bed. The pollen began to drift through the air. My throat started to itch. It was getting harder to breathe. "Take them away," I said, my voice strained. "Please, take the flowers away." "Why?" Vivian blinked her innocent, wide eyes. "Don't you like them?" "I'm… allergic…" Killian’s jaw tightened. "Moonshadow is harmless to werewolves. Stop the drama."

She argued. “It's not peanuts.” Doctor said. “It's not?” Jaxon asked. Genevive added, “Peanuts are the only thing I'm allergic to.” “Well, it turns out that you're allergic to Oxytocin as well. Have you been using any new beauty products?” Genevieve nodded. “For almost a week now. It's something I use in my body lotion.” “That's it.” “But she's been using it for a week already. How is she just reacting to it now?” I asked. “Do allergies just develop like that?”

“Where do you want to eat? Hmm, or maybe you want to try my cooking? If so, I think we can go to my place right now.” Vlora pulled her hand away but did not move away. Instead, she took a step forward and slightly tilted her head. Seeking the right position near Andreas's ear. “Is that an invitation to end up in your room or something?” Andreas grinned. “Sorry, Sir. One thing you need to know,” Vlora continued. Briefly, she glanced. “I'm allergic to other people's used mattresses.” After saying that, Vlora walked away as if nothing had happened. She headed towards the exit, leaving Andreas momentarily shaking his head with one thought in mind.

she whispered, coming to stand by me with her back turned to the women. “She’s allergic to pollen and she has trouble breathing,” I replied, opening the licorice bag. “There’s no cure for her condition, but this will help her.” “Licorice?” “Infusions with elderberry and licorice will ease the allergy and allow her to breathe better.” “And what about the eucalyptus?” “That’s for colds and congested chest.” I swallowed a smile when she nodded with a grave frown and headed to her bookshelves. While I mixed the herbs, she opened her notebook and wrote something down, as she did whenever I mentioned a treatment she didn’t know about.

At least this was something we both could agree on. “So what flavor do you want?” I asked Lylia who was still busy checking out the flavors as she continued to tiptoe. I smiled at her and picked her up so, to help her see the flavors. She giggled happily as she held onto my neck. Having her in my arms felt so comfortable. Like she belongs there. Lylia pointed to the peanut butter ice cream and said, “I cwen’t have dwat because I am awergic to nuts.” “You are?” I asked, surprised by this information. “I am allergic to nuts, too.”

I asked, my voice tight. Queeneth held up her wrist with a proud smile. “Oh, it’s my new perfume! Isn’t it amazing? It’s got jasmine, gardenia, and lily. Cost a fortune.” My throat started to close. Jasmine. I was severely allergic to jasmine. “I—” I took a step back, my hand flying to my throat. “I need to move. I’m allergic—” “Oh, please.” Camilla rolled her eyes. “You’re just trying to get out of this. Keep fanning.”

the healer said, turning to the woman, “is your child allergic to anything?” “Allergic?” the woman repeated blankly. “What does that mean?” “It means there are certain foods that can make your child ill,” he explained before turning toward the throne. “Your Majesty, judging by the child’s symptoms, this appears to be a classic case of allergy. The ingredients in the food included mango, flour, sugar, and nuts, and it seems one of these triggered his reaction.” He looked back at the woman. “Has your son eaten all of these before without trouble?”