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I tried to hold my breath but every time she moved, the smell grew strong making it impossible to stand. "I am sorry?" She looked a little lost and Liam so, didn't know what to do. He and she then started sniffing around. "What smell, baby?" Liam asked, looking right at me who sat across the table from him, "I couldn't smell anything." "It could be my new perfume, Madame. I am very sorry." The lady then apologized and I tried to open my mouth to tell her it wasn't her fault when my guts had other plan, "I am sor-"

Skipper mimicking my voice made me giggle. “We smell it when it’s hard for us to determine the smell. To cleanse our olfactory palate. Some use coffee beans or lemon slice. Don’t worry it’s clean. It will just reset your nose.” I looked at him and smiled. His hair was tied down today, and he looked sexier than ever. But sadly, we were over, and I couldn’t be hopeful when he easily gave up on us. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like how?” “Just do what you are doing.” He pointed to the second tube. “I like this one, but you can do better than this.”

what is there to look at her face again and again ? Night time she will began to whine about my smell and her nausea. Which is really wrecking my nerves. What more I can do other than taking bath and putting perfumes before going to bed. If it's for a fun night then it is useful but this is just for sleeping beside her and drool over my beautiful wife not even able to touch her with my finger tip. My condition is just opposite to her. Her body smells like a wild flower which is actually helping me not to feel nauseated and I can't let her stay away from me.

Jayden rolled his eyes. I simply laughed and decided to tell him why I couldn't make breakfast for him. “Jayden, I have been feeling sick anytime I smell meat or chicken broth. I know how much you like them in your food, but I cannot stand the smell these days,” I explained. I was already feeling irritated, just from thinking about the smell. It wasn't just the smell of boiled chicken or meat, but also the smell of soap. That irritation started three days ago. The orange scent of the soap made my stomach churn.

”I always feel like I want to puke and I can't stand some smells. “What kind of smell?” I asked and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I can’t stand the smell of anything sweet like candy and fruity popsicles.” “More like you are describing Hades' scent,” She made a gaggling sound to confirm it and I started to laugh but choked it back, afraid that I might offend her. “And also the smell of coffee. I have always loved the rich smell of coffee but now I can't stand the smell anymore.”

I gather my books with trembling hands and stand up. Britney's already walking away, her friends trailing behind her like ducklings. The hallway noise starts again. Conversations. Locker doors. Footsteps. Everyone moves on because this isn't new. This is just what happens to the girl with no scent. I make it three steps before I have to stop. I press my back against the wall and close my eyes. My knees throb. My chest is too tight. I count to ten the way my mom taught me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Wait for the shaking to stop.

he answered, puzzled, lowering his head to sniff his own scent. I shook my head firmly. My stomach truly felt as though it were being churned violently, creating an unbearable urge to vomit. “No! It smells awful, Samuel! Your cologne genuinely smells foul and it's piercing my nose! I don't want you wearing that fragrance near me anymore, I feel like I'm about to throw up right now!” I exclaimed, my face starting to pale as I fought back the nausea.

“Why did it smell like this? Didn’t I memorize the scent right?” He mused silently curse. This day, he was having a hard time to memorize his usual scent because he was meeting a lot of people. Especially in the reverie because he’s now a full time executive unlike before and despite he was have a little happiness, it giving him hard time with scent part. And now, he was scowled again as this time the scent that out was garbage because he was distract by the garbage scent beside him. “Stupid…trash can,” he mused glaring it slightly before deciding to give up and pocket his perfume scent. It was useless to use it anyway as he couln’t remember the scent and it’s not like, he want to waste this

The day hadn't even started right. Maxwell soon nudged me and I saw the cappuccino cup in front of me. "Thanks. "Smile. I was going back to hand it to Stanley when I felt something wet my panties. Holy crap. No no no no no!!! I kept walking as if nothing had happened and put the cappuccino on his table. Pheromones, unlike our scent, can't be masked with a perfume or anything like that, so either way, if we smell it, we'll feel it.

“I came to you because I need help, not because I need you telling me my instincts are wrong.” She lifted her hands. “Alright. Sorry. Describe the smell again.” “Sulfur. Rotting.” Nadia frowned and thought for a moment. “It could be the illness,” she said. “Bodies breaking down sometimes produce strange odors. Medication can do it too.” “Then why can’t anyone else smell it?” “Maybe the mate bond makes you more sensitive.” “Or maybe the mate bond is the problem.” The words hung between us. Nadia looked at me like I had suggested the sky was green.