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

"Um...they look great, but I can't have them. "Huh? How come?" she looked at me curiously. "I am allergic to strawberries. Swollen tongue, red rashes all that," I chuckled. "A little piece in my mouth, and that's all it takes to turn me into a balloon." "Is that right? That must suck a lot," she said quietly. "Maybe I should change my order," she suggested. "What? No, that's okay. You can eat it. Just keep it far away from my mouth. Which means no kissing until you wash your mouth," I said.

Even my breathing turned ragged. I quickly dumped the flowers into the trash can and dialed 911, gasping out my situation to the operator. Hailey was stunned and doubtfully asked, "Are you really allergic to lilies?" I slumped back in my chair, gasping for air, too weak to even say a word. Jaxon sarcastically chimed in from the side, "That doesn't look like an allergy. I have a friend who's allergic to pollen, and they just get a little rash."

Summer's voice made him blink, "is all this food safe? I mean, no almonds or shrimps, right?" Louis' eyes were as wide as they could be. He knew that Sky was allergic to almonds. It was very possible that it was inherited to Summer. But shrimps? Why was Summer afraid of shrimps? "What's with the almonds and shrimps?" Louis acted stupid. "They're bad, Uncle. They can make me itchy and short of breath." Louis tried not to change his expression. However, his mind was too noisy with questions. His forehead frowned even more.

Plus, he also thought it'd be nice to show Marty around. "Kind of made me feel like eating a peanut butter sandwich." I sighed, my fingers fiddling with the strap of the baby carrier. "I'm allergic to peanut butter." He told me. "Aw, you're really missing out then." "Do you have any allergies?" He questioned. "Yeah. I'm allergic to olives." I said, pushing loose hair behind my ear. "It's a really bad allergy." "Really?"

I said. I was quite surprised that he is allergic to peanuts. And not just peanuts, prawns, soy, and pollen. There was no chance of us knowing it because he has never had prawn and soy. Now I realize why he has severe rashes around flowers. How did I just ignore all of these?

“Stuff that Evonne can’t touch or stand.” Seth did not turn his head around as he walked over to his desk and sat down. “She can’t eat peanuts, can’t touch pollen, and can’t touch any stuffed toys. These will cause an allergic reaction. She’ll get a fever, sneeze, and have hives all over her body. “As for durians, she hates them and will feel uncomfortable whenever she smells them. “The sound of pencils scratching makes her annoyed. “Lastly…” The man shut his eyes slightly. “Try your best to make sure she doesn’t hear anything that sounds like a whip cracking through the air.”

Irene chirped in. "So let's make breakfast then," Travis said. They started making breakfast keeping it simple while I just watched. "Do you want peanut butter on your bread?" Travis asked and Irene made a disgusted face. "I don't like peanut butter and I'm allergic to it," Irene answered "Oh. " Travis said. "I'm allergic to it too, we have something in common." Believe me, you have more than one thing in common. I started a sneezing fit trying to mumble excuse me as I did. Travis came with a blanket and wrapped it around me. "You know you're prone to cold yet you enjoy sleeping in the shower. "

Silence. Then Rose, from her bed, didn’t even look up from her novel. “You’re not allergic to love. You’re allergic to him.” Mira gasped. “I am not!” Claire, typing furiously on her laptop, snorted. “You sneezed every time he walked into the study lounge.” “He has cedarwood cologne,” Mira said, defensive. “It’s a known allergen.” Zara: “His cologne is called ‘Morning Woods.’ It’s not a known allergen. It’s a known seduction tool.”

~~Abigail Darlington~~ “Anal is such a bad safe word.” I rolled my eyes slowly. He was being dramatic. “Okay, fine. Flower. My safeword is flower.” Niccolo cocked his head to the side in question, and I took a small moment to consider whether to be honest. Honestly, do I have to worry about this thing coming to bite me in the ass? I hope not. “I’m allergic to pollen. So most flowers, well, maybe all flowers except for the select few that don’t have much airborne pollen that can trigger my allergies. So Flower. Seems perfect.”

I’m sick of that damn whale. ' I will learn every word by Saturday.' I swallow hard. Julian never promises lightly. And the thought of him humming Baby Beluga makes something tremor-soft inside me. ' He’s allergic to kiwi . Swells up like a balloon. Scariest night of my life .' ' Never buying kiwi. Ever.' My fingers slow, lingering on each key. ' He still thinks Band-Aids fix everything. Kisses too.' ' I have a lot of kisses saved up.'