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

“Let me get some food for you. What kind of food do you want, Mr. Axel?” “I want a nice chocolate drink and snack. I'll be waiting at the dining table.” “Sorry, Mister, I can't give you a chocolate drink because you are allergic to chocolate.” Albert suddenly became silent when he heard that he was allergic to chocolate. “What? Since when did I have a chocolate allergy?” “You have been allergic to chocolate since you were a child. If you consume chocolate, it will make your body itch and hurt.” “Just bring me the chocolate drink now!” “Sorry, Mister, I can't do that. Mr. Casey and Mrs. Anna would be very angry with me if your skin hurts because I gave you chocolate.”

"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."

~~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.”

The swelling started to recede right in front of me. Kane was at my side, dropping to his knees, gently helping me lift the woman’s head into his lap while Amanda ran off to get more supplies. “Fogflower,” she rasped. “I’m highly allergic to Fogflower.” I looked at Kane. Fogflower. It was a highly allergenic plant known for its invisible pollen. It could cause hayfever in wolves who were never even known to have allergies. For wolfless, it could completely dull the senses, making it impossible to scent even the strongest things.

Thus, he has to say that he is ‘allergic’ to apples so he can avoid eating apple pies, which he now learned to hate. Reiner heard Sheinna’s reply and he froze. Right… What was I thinking? He thought as he lowered his gaze to hide the emotions that appeared in his eyes. That is just because I saw Sheinna having the same expression as Shane sees something that he hates or is allergic to, Sheinna is Shane? He thought as he pressed his lips tight, feeling angry at himself for this blunder of his. Also… am I crazy? Sheinna is a girl and Shane is a guy! He thought. And I saw Shane just last night! MY Shane!

"Oh, yeah. You're allergic to cilantro, right? I was going to put some in the pico, but I thought I remembered that." "Yeah, I am. Completely allergic to it." I am not at all allergic to cilantro, but I hate it. It seems I have the gene that makes that creepy little spice taste like soap or something even worse. I just always tell everyone I'm allergic so they don't add to my food. I've found that people are much more respectful of potential death than they are of something like a gag reflex.

I needed to get away from the allergens! In a panic, I started throwing the flower pots out the door. They shattered on the ground. Alex, hearing the noise, rushed out. Seeing the scene, he grabbed my arm. “Are you crazy? Why are you smashing the flowers? These lilies are Sarah’s favorite!” The suffocating feeling made my head spin. I trembled as I pulled open my collar and pointed to my skin. My voice cracked with frustration. “Do you only remember that she loves lilies? What about me? Have you forgotten that I’m severely allergic to them?”

Instinctively, I stepped back outside, covering my nose and taking a moment to steady myself. “Astrid, what’s wrong?” Killian asked, concerned about etching his features when he saw my reaction. It was the first time he had called me by my name. “Are you trying to kill me?” I shot at him, surprising him. Killian blinked, momentarily taken aback by my sharp response. “I’m sorry, the paint was just finished yesterday. I didn’t think it would still smell so strong.” “I have an allergy to latex, Killian! I have just arrived, but you already placed my health at risk,” I snapped, my frustration boiling over.

He took my hands in his as we both made way for the door. “We should get gifts for your mom before visiting her, do you know her preferences?” Conan took a quick glance at me. “My mom loves honey biscuits and she also loves flowers?” “Wow, that is nice. She doesn’t have any allergies or something?” Conan asked. “Ummm, I strongly doubt that……” I suddenly gasped. “My mom is allergic to roses, she hates them” Conan stopped on his track as he darted his eyes at me. Did you just say that she hates roses?”

I laughed in disbelief, and I could tell that the two men wanted to break us away from our argument, but I both glared at them and prevented them from interrupting us. “Me? Jealous of you? As if. Go look into a mirror or something, and you’ll clearly see who should be jealous of who.” “Then why the hell did you push the fork away from my hand? I was just going to feed Daltie!” Daltie. There’s the nickname once again. “I hate to break it to you. But Daltie is allergic to peanuts, and I stopped you because I don’t want someone to break into hives while I’m around.”