Smelling Feet Stories Novels & Stories

"You're right. People either think I have no smell or it's like air." One of the children lifted her little nose and inhaled. "Yeah, I smell that!" They all started to sniff around me, making me laugh. "Wow," a little boy looked at me with wide eyes. "That's so cool!" "Yeah," said another one. "I bet you can get out of check-in time because the sniffer-adult doesn't know you're there." "It's so unique," said the particularly precocious Charlotte. I couldn't help it, my eyes teared up a little. "Thank you for saying that. Did you know I grew in an orphanage, too?"

Sitting heavily on the end of my bed, I push my feet into polished leather boots. Stalking from my room, I descend the stairs toward the lower levels. I’m walking without a destination. My stomach clenches, warning me I need food. I can ignore it—I have before—but I let it lead me toward the kitchen. Sweet scents swirl into my nose. Sugar, maple, honey. All of them pale in comparison to her. Camila’s smell overpowers everything. I become a bloodhound when she’s near, unable to shift my focus onto anything else.

How could he not smell it? My hands started shaking. I pulled Elise along and stopped another person, then another. I asked ten people in a row. Every single one of them said the same thing. They smelled nothing. Something was seriously wrong. There was nothing wrong with my sense of smell. "Mom, what are you doing? You're acting weird." Elise grabbed my arm, embarrassed, then turned and walked off. I felt like I was about to break. Where the hell was the problem coming from?

So I decided to leave the bed and go look for my boy not for me to start hearing A smell. It was not the smell of toast or eggs or coffee. Not the smell of something cooking. It was stronger. Sharper. Cold. Raw. Like the smell of a butcher shop early in the morning. Like fresh meat that had never been touched by heat. I frowned. My mind told me it was nothing …maybe just my imagination. But my body didn’t believe it. My body stiffened under the blanket. The smell wasn’t faint. It was real. It was here, in the house.

Three, if anyone wanted to be a prince, he had to bring snacks and not smell “like a shoe closet.” “That is alarmingly specific,” I said, sprinkling black pepper over my salad. “Because I smelled one before.” Poppy twirled her fork through her pasta, lips pursed in concentration. “Mommy’s shoes in the closet. The tall black ones. The scary ones.” “Those are boots.” “They could kill someone.” “Sometimes shoes need ambitions.” Salma coughed lightly into the back of her hand, very obviously trying not to laugh. Poppy went on with absolute conviction. “If a prince comes and smells like shoes, I’m closing the door.”

Demian sounded so serious even when I joked with him that it never failed to amuse me. “On a much more serious note, do my feet smell?” I asked. “No. I smell… lavender,” he said. “Nice. You know, when we stopped near the lake a while ago, the maids washed my feet and massaged them with lavender oil. The scent is not too strong so it did not give me a headache. “I will need to take a bath though. After sitting for a while, I will take a bath. You should join me.” “You can tell me directly that I smell, Demian.”

Annie frowned and said, "Cursida Claire, is that you? Maybe you should go take a shower." I quickly looked down and sniffed my clothes. But I had just showered, so how could I smell? "It's not me…" I then realized I was wearing slippers. "Is it the slippers?" someone suggested. "Stop talking nonsense! Those are my dad's slippers, and they're new. The smell is coming from you, Cursida. Do you have athlete's foot or something?" Annie said, looking serious. I didn't know whether to take the slippers off right away or try to explain.

Getting closer to Olivia's table, Max maintained a stoic expression, while Emily kept staring at Ol Olivia's parents got up on their feet immediately and began exchanging pleasantries with each o Max said his greetings to the couple politely and didn't miss the admiration in their eyes, while Emily did the Now it's Olivia's turn to greet the fa Max's eyes snapped towards Olivia, who was busy smiling at the praises she's getting on I*******m for her limousine and refused to even look up at And when she did, "why are you stepping on my foot, mommy?" She asked in annoyance, as her mother was trying to secretly get her atten Max bit down on his lower lip, trying to suppress his anger as his par

Disgusting blood for many days, not a living person, and apparently I'm not the only one I've smelled, Fassam and Casey either, it's Cameron and Camelia went outside to find something strange was going on outside. The day passed quickly and boringly and all I could think about was what happened between me and Jackson, I couldn't get it out of my head.. his lips touched and smelled like his skin, he.. I don't know what it is but it's a beautiful thing.. at the end of the day I felt something strange that wasn't about Jackson. I smelled a strange smell like blood... Disgusting blood for many days, not a living person, and apparently I'm not the only one I've smelled, Fassam and Casey either, i

he asked me. “Hard to say. There’s a lot of smells here. Give me a minute.” I strengthened up and moved a little to sniff. It took me a few minutes. Darren waited in silence. “I think there might be something there.” “Okay,” said Darren in a grunt and began to move in the direction a was looking in. I went first. It was even harder to reach. I smelled the difference first, a few seconds later, I heard Darren make a noise. He smelled it too. I reached out. There was a shoe, it had a foot in, but I saw no leg attached.