Name Something You Would Hate To Be Allergic To Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I remember that you're allergic to peanut butter." Whitney felt a chill in her heart, and she looked at him in disbelief. She had always been allergic to peanut butter, and even a small smidge of it would give her rashes all over and make her throat close up. In more serious cases, she would suffocate and pass out.

Anymore slipups and he might not live to eat the meal. “I forgot to ask the last time, although I felt you would speak up if there was a need to. Do you have any food allergies I should know about?” Rose asked as she handed him a pack of coconut powder. “None that I know of, I can eat anything. How about you?” “Sesame seeds.” “Umm, sesame seeds?” “Yup, I’m deathly allergic to them. A sufficient amount could put me in the hospital fighting for my life.”

"Is there any other allergies you have, or foods you don't like?" “…Peanuts and shellfish,” I added after a brief pause. “Both are bad news. And I don’t do seafood in general—texture, smell, all of it. We’re not friends.” The maid nodded quickly, scribbling it down with practiced efficiency. “Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?”

Anton’s curiosity was really getting to him, and I didn’t know if it was a nice idea to tell him what he wanted to hear. “My son is allergic to nuts. His body has a very terrible reaction the moment he tastes nuts. Even the smell pisses him off.” “Oh, that’s strange. I have never heard of such an allergy.” Anton looked a bit intrigued by Will’s situation, but I was busy blaming Jax for passing that stupid allergy to him.

Last year was an epic disaster. Rhea didn’t want to share a cake with Remy. Remy wanted all the presents, even the ones he did not like. He’s allergic to citrus fruits, but rhea can eat them. I got her an orange-flavored ice cream cake because she weirdly likes that. He threw a fit, shoved his face into the cake, and we had to drive him to the hospital when he stopped breathing and was developing red rashes on his face. He is deadly.... I cannot stress how DEADLY his allergies to anything with citrus are.

well "Miss Walters are you somehow allergic to me?" I felt a sweat on my forehead, I just needed to say the truth.. "Sir.... I think I am.....Your Cologne..." I was cut short by the decoration agency van that came in. Happily I ran inside the house thanking God that I didn't have to explain Myself to him, his Cologne though was what was killing me...I reasoned that Maybe I could be allergic to it...gosh I wondered how he could even breath wearing it on...I felt sorry for his horse who had been enduring him during the ride, for him and most especially me....I bet a spray of that could kill a thousand flies and insects two times faster than insecticides. He was giving me alot of headache, so y

Hayden asked his voice dripping with concern but Lola was in too much of a panicked state to respond. “Let me through” Lola said trying to move past him. Hayden held her down “Tell me what is wrong with you”.” I have an allergy reaction” Lola said trying to get past him. “You are allergic to what?” “Shrimps” Lola said with great distaste. “Please move aside” Lola said and he obliged. She continued hunting for her phone.

Oh no. "Ming?" he said quietly. "Are you okay? You look..." "Fine!" I squeaked, jumping backwards so fast I knocked over a can of motor oil. "I'm fine! Just... allergic to... metal!" "Allergic to metal?" "Very allergic! Life-threatening, actually!" I was backing away toward the exit. "I should probably go! Before I... break out in hives!" "But—" "Thanks for the lesson! Very educational! See you around campus!"

Meanwhile, Stacy looked at me coldly and said, "What the hell are you making a huge fuss about, Allen Gilbert?" I felt my heart being sliced in two as I looked at their cold, steely gazes. They had completely forgotten that I was asthmatic and deathly allergic to pollen, which meant I couldn't be anywhere near them. I opened my mouth to speak, but breathing became harder and harder for me. Yet, all of my pain and suffering didn't even induce a single ounce of pity from them. Stacy was still looking at me coldly. "What's the fuss about again now? Go to the hospital yourself if you're not feeling well. I still need to wake up early tomorrow morning for work. I don't have the royal time to deal

At this point I genuinely could not tell whether Mother’s question had been unreasonable. Because what the hell was wrong with this girl? Who reacts to nearly dying from an allergic reaction by looking apologetic? Her fingers twisted nervously together beneath my stare. “Am… am I in trouble?” Jesus Christ. I rubbed once at my temple before looking toward the doctor. “Is she allergic to anything else?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced down at the chart, but before he could answer, the girl spoke quietly from the bed. “Uhm… shellfish. Peanuts sometimes. Strawberries make my throat itch a little and…” She hesitated. “Lavender soap too.”