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

"That’s weird. You’re the first person I know who doesn’t like sausage." "It’s not that I don’t like it," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I’m allergic to it. It makes me dizzy, gives me rashes, and I get all nauseous. It’s not worth the risk." "Oh! That’s a strong allergy, man," she said, her voice laced with concern, though she laughed along. We both chuckled for a moment, the tension in the room lifting slightly. I glanced over at my mother, still sleeping soundly.

Did I do something wrong? "It smells like basil. I'm severely allergic to that. Aros, if I eat this, I'll probably die. Should I?"

She asked interested. “Oh yes, they were, there was one deranged bitch who started harming others so she was expelled and we never heard of her again. And for the Queen B's you know it's cliché for them to want the bad boy for herself right? The threats and all. In all, I had a fin time in high school. Apart from the alleges." He added. “What were or are you allergic to?" She inquired. “Um, pizza, coffee and butter." He said as Xara opened her mouth widely.

His frown got replaced with a bright smile as he joined his tiny pinky finger with mine. “Deal.” He responded and I ruffled his hair. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked, putting on a serious expression and he stared at me keenly then bobbed his head. “I'm also allergic to nuts.” I said and his pupils dilated at my words. “Really?” He asked and I nodded. “What else are you allergic to?” I asked and he seemed to be thinking about it for a while. “Just nuts but I don't like garlic and spinach.” He stated with a cute frown and I couldn't stop myself from laughing, a warm and heartfelt laughter that is.

The ego on this man. His smile dropped. "Danielle Astor, what's that supposed to mean? Even if you hate them, don't be so rude." Like flowers took effort. I let out a low laugh, nose itching, and shoved them farther away. Petals scattered across the floor as the bouquet rolled. Then I looked straight at him. "I don't like them—and you still bring them home? Gerard, I'm allergic to pollen. Nadine is too. You cool with making us both sick?"

"Alright, how about food I am allergic to?" Oliver replied in a heartbeat, remembering what she said earlier, "Seafoods!” "You're right. What else?” Oliver frowned, “there’s more?” “Yes. two more” “Dairies? Egg? I don't know” Emily shakes her head, “Peanuts and flowers” “Flowers?” Oliver asked surprise, “How come? You seem fine when you are holding flowers whenever I ask you to” “I already drink my medicine in advance” “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I reviewed the evidence, you were saying the truth all—“ One pop, then another, and another, until Atlas could barely get a word in as I stomped on the balloons calmly. My eyes traveled to the photo cards and I reached for them, tearing them into several pieces before tossing them at his feet. I pushed the table and walked back to him, taking the lilies Atlas’ face paled and for a moment, the flicker in his eyes failed to recognize me. His jaw loosened like he was struggling to find the woman who always tried to speak, justify, and explain. I dropped the lilies and stepped on them. “Julia—“ “Six years, Atlas. Six long years and you don’t even what I’m allergic to?” He stumbled like he’d bee

she said to me as she was still talking about knowing my allergies. "You do not have to know my allergies because I do not trust anyone. I might offend you today, and you might think of using it against me just because of the offense. I cannot take such a risk, and I am sorry, but I cannot tell you what exactly my allergies are." I responded to her that the excuse I gave her had a lot of things to use to make someone believe what is not actually true.

"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."

“So tell me, what were the things she liked or disliked? You know, food, allergies, things like that.” ‎ ‎Her stepmother exhaled deeply, her eyes drifting to the side as she thought. “Well… there was one time she fainted after having fruit salad. We later found out it was the kiwi in it. She’s severely allergic , her throat swelled up so bad we had to rush her to the hospital. Since then, we cleared every bit of kiwi from the house.” ‎ ‎I made a sympathetic face. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. That must have been scary.”