Name Something You Would Hate To Be Allergic To Novels & Stories

"Tell your mom I'm coming. You said tomorrow, right? We'll go." I stared at her, water splashing onto my shoes. "Isabella... what happened with Nathan and Valentina-" "Do you know," she cut in suddenly, still smiling under the freezing water, "that people who are allergic to chocolate are often allergic to cockroaches too?" I blinked, completely thrown. "What?" That doesn't make sense right now. She burst out laughing - a bright, almost manic sound that echoed off the tiles. "For real! Cockroach allergy. Isn't that hilarious?"

She'd smelled like salt and yeast and sunshine. The contrast was so violent it was physical. I jerked my arm back from Isabella's grasp so abruptly she stumbled. "Nathan?" "I'm allergic," I said, the lie coming out hoarse and too harsh. "To pollen." She stared at me, confused, the unspoken question hanging between us: Since when? I didn't have an answer. I just needed space. Air that wasn't thick with perfume and expectation. "Just take me home," I said, turning away from the roses, from her puzzled hurt, from the ghost of a memory that suddenly ached more than any hangover ever could.

I asked on getting to the convenience room. "Everything went well. What's going on in the party?" He asked. "I hate my family. I'm allergic to them," I replied angrily.

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 maid who had been listening to me rant with furrowed brows, flashed me as smile and shook her head, “No, we don't cook with garlic here, Alpha Asher is allergic to it, so we don't.” I nodded," and nuts? We don't do nuts, he especially.” I pointed to Darwin and she shook her head. “We don't do nuts, either. Alpha Asher is allergic to that too.” Darwin giggled and we turned our attention to him. “The scary man looks like us, and now he has the same allergies as us,” he giggled again with David this time. “Darwin,” I called with fear in my voice before turning to the maid," thank you.” I accepted the trolley from her and shut the door immediately behind her, turning over to Darwin quickly.

“Julian seems quite taken with Allie, doesn’t he? She really knows how to play her cards.” Scarlett didn’t respond, her jaw tightening. Vivian leaned in closer, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Did you know Allie’s allergic to peanuts? Even the tiniest trace will send her into a full-blown reaction. Red rashes, swelling, wheezing... it’s nasty.” Scarlett’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. “What’s your point?”

My eyes were red from wheezing so much, and a few rashes had bumped up my neck because of Arianna's mischief. “You are not even Luna yet, how much more when you do?” He bashed, his face contorting with disdain and disgust. “You disgust me!” There he said it. “Trent, you didn't even ask what happened.” I managed to squeeze out. “She brought me chrysanthes. You know…” “And so what?” Are they not flowers? Do you want red roses or white? At least her thoughts count. Or don't they?” “I am allergic to Chrysanthes!” I yelled.

he propped his elbow on the table, cutting her right away, and looked at the worried eyes of my children. I could not understand myself because instead of hating him for putting them on the spot, I realized he was only making a point. There are perfumes available in the market that are considered hypo-allergenic, but these are usually expensive. “Yeah, we understand,” Lyra Helene said sadly, twitching her lips cutely. “I have allergies, too. But my mommy makes all-natural fragrances.” She searched for something from the paper bag and took the sample bottles out of the bag.

And then his dislikes: Disrespect, lateness, unnecessary small talk, sweet foods. Allergy: Caffeine. Wait. He's allergic to caffeine? I blinked at the words, rereading them. Who the hell was allergic to caffeine? It was practically in everything. Shaking my head, I moved on to his family history. This part left me genuinely impressed. Adonis Sebastian Icarus. That was his full name.

I was so caught up in the 'yes,' I forgot one thing— I'm allergic to shrimp. Can't even touch it.