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

"I don't know about your allergy. I am allergic to mushrooms, too." Tatiana's face flushed. How embarrassing was that?

“What was that? The thing you just gave that calmed him down?” “His antidote,” the butler responded and rose to his feet. He walked over to us. He looked at my mom with a soft gaze, but as they shifted to me, they hardened a little. “Killian is allergic to sesame, seed, oil, or anything sesame. I will let it slide this once because you weren't aware of his allergy. But if it repeats again, there will be consequences.” “Noted— I'm sorry—” Mom apologized. The way mom apologized reminded me of myself in school, how I apologized for every little thing. She looked pathetic. One thing I hated was seeing my mom looking pathetic.

We are enemies, but that doesn't change the fact that he saved me. I suffer from a severe life-threatening allergy and my allergy is Cinnamon of all foods. I avoided it like a plague and today, I had no idea that it was cinnamon. The jar was not labelled and I took just a taste with my finger to know what kind of spices it was. Things began to get complicated from there and then I dropped the jar and inhaled the smell.

"I'm fine. I don't want to be a bother." "The last thing you are is a bother. I can promise you that." I feel myself smile and look out the window to hide my blush. I'm not sure he could even see it in the dark car. "We'll stop and get food before we get to the cabin. Are you allergic to anything? Anything I need to know so I can keep you safe?" "Strawberries. They make my whole face swell up." "No strawberries then." He steals a glance over at me. "Anything else?"

Martin's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of bloodlust flickered in his eyes. Shaking her head, Patricia clarified, "It's not poisoning! Is Randy allergic to anything? Like pollen, for example." As if remembering something, Martin's eyes narrowed sharply. "Yes, he's allergic to honey." Patricia's face visibly turned cold. "That's it! Allergies can trigger asthma attacks, and if the allergy is severe, it can even be life-threatening. If you take a sample of the soup to the hospital for testing, you'll know if there's honey in it."

1- He hates dogs. 2-Allergic to chocolates and Fish. 3- scared of horror movies. 4-Hates competition and has been rushed. 5- hates blood 6- he hates being touched. that's going to be my last thing to do because I know that feeling of being touched. I don't want to traumatize him or make him feel uncomfortable. "This is small," I said quietly looking at my system. I guess I just need to watch some videos on pranks, might just do random things.

"If she hadn't been so stubborn that day—standing in the rain until she got sick—she wouldn't have lost her hearing." I just stood there, apologizing over and over. Promising I'd study harder. Do better next time. *** When I floated home, Mom and Sadie were eating dinner. The food was still steaming. Sadie loved cilantro, so Mom had put it in everything. It was everywhere. Just like Mom's love for Sadie. I was seriously allergic to cilantro. The last time I accidentally ate some, my lips swelled for three days, and a red rash crawled across my neck.

If anything, he deserved to suffer even more. A snake bit him midway through the climb, and the venom left him weak and dizzy. He nearly plunged over a cliff, but Virginia appeared seemingly out of nowhere and pulled him back. "Frankie! Are you okay?" He glared at her and leveled his gun. "Fuck off!" He couldn't forget the memory of her crying at his feet and insisting that she had genuinely fallen in love with him, even if she had originally been part of the scheme. The thought disgusted him. If he weren't allergic to women, he would have strangled her himself.

The wind was chilly against my skin, and I couldn't hold back a sneeze. Alpha Martin noticed how thinly I was dressed and immediately took off his jacket, draping it over my shoulders. The scent of gardenias wrapped around me. Uncomfortable, I sneezed several times in a row and tossed the jacket to the ground. I let out a bitter laugh and showed him the red rash still faintly visible on my hands. "Martin, did you forget? I'm allergic to gardenia." Alpha Martin looked like a child caught doing something wrong. He threw the jacket far away.

Then, he tossed it into the trash. I stood there, stunned. "Why bring it home if you're not going to keep it?" he said, glancing at me with displeasure. "Didn't I tell you to stop buying useless things? And Elsa is allergic to jasmine pollen. Are you trying to kill her?" He remembered Elsa's allergy, but he'd forgotten that mushrooms could've killed me, too. I blinked quickly, forcing my eyes to stay dry, then nodded quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't know Luna Elsa was allergic to jasmine pollen. If that's the case, throwing it away is fine."