Smelling Terrible Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Then what is it? Is it the crowd?" "It's the smell," Cale said. Elion frowned. He sniffed the air. "It smells like garlic and Kieran's cologne. It's unpleasant, but not lethal." "Not that," Cale said. He tapped his nose. "Underneath. Can't you smell it?" "Smell what?" "Rotten eggs," Cale whispered. "Mercaptan." Elion froze. He knew that word. Mercaptan was the additive put in natural gas to make it detectable.

"Don't be upset. That young lady just joined the pack. She's a bit of a perfectionist, and she doesn't even listen to me. "She's got quite the personality," he added with a smile. When we got home, he suddenly leaned in and kissed my cheek. I didn't pull away. From the back seat, Joy suddenly said, "Mom, Ms. Sophia smells like Dad." Ethan's smile froze. I forced a calm reply: "Of course she does. Your father's scent would be on his car. It has nothing to do with Ms. Sophia." "Oh." Joy nodded, not fully understanding. I got out to pick her up, trying to stay composed even though my stomach was churning.

"I can't smell anything. King reacts, but there's no scent to follow." "Maybe it's not about scent." I look at him. "What else would it be about?" "I don't know. But your beast doesn't react like this for no reason." Colt crosses his arms. "What if she's masking her scent somehow?" "That's not possible." "You sure?" I'm not sure. I'm not sure about anything anymore. "There was a girl," I say slowly. "In the classroom today. Back corner. She kept her head down the whole time."

Nikolai “This place fucking stinks….” Clinton covered his nose. “Do you perhaps have bodies stocked up in here?” Jeremy barely gave him a glance. I, on the other hand, was trying to get through the stench. “Are you fucking sure she hadn’t passed out because of the smell?” I said, unable to handle it. “Why does it smell so bad?” “Dead bodies,” Jeremy answered. Clinton looked at Jeremy like he’d completely lost his fucking mind.

I would figure out the source of the smell without causing any conflict. The next day, I went straight to the hospital for a checkup. The results showed nothing wrong with my sense of smell. I even double-checked multiple times. Everything I could smell matched what a normal person should. Which meant the stench was real. I could smell it. Elise and her roommates couldn't. With that in mind, I bought some strong-smelling things like perfume, smoked mackerel, and blue cheese to test them. I hid them in different corners of the apartment.

I asked sincerely. And she smiled. I took a quick shower and then got dressed in a hurry. When I left the room, Selene was dozing with the baby on her chest and Amelie watching over them, but a nauseating smell wafted in on the breeze from outside and woke Selene up. “What the hell is that stench?” Yasa asked. “I don't know,” Nick said. “But it smells like rotten eggs.” I looked at Selene, and she raised her eyebrows.

I answered in a foggy tone, my thoughts still lingering on the thump of the bass I heard coming from Peter’s car. Eh. I shrugged it off, sat Evie down on her feet, and slammed the car door shut that still stood open where I’d pulled her out of the Jeep. I reached down and grabbed her hand as we went into the house. The moment we entered the house, the stench hit me immediately. I was no idiot. I knew these smells. In addition to having Hyperacusis, my other senses were elevated as well. I smelled everything. I was like a dog only I didn’t go around sniffing people’s privates. There it was…the lingering stink of cigarette smoke…no…it was cigars, there was wine or some sort of alcohol, and per

The staff had moved all of the dogs to the exercise paddock making the Kennel block eerily quiet, but the stench of death lingered in the air, it grew stronger as the young Wolf approached kennel five, when she did, she gasped at the sight, Marie had been gagged using barbed wire and tied using the same, the floor was awash with crimson fluid and stank of decay, this wasn’t something that had just happened, she had been here a few days, maybe over the entire holiday weekend. Stacy took in all of the scents she could and began sifting through them mentally, there was the usual, dog urine, disinfectant, kibble, obviously the smell of death in all of its glory, and one more, one that couldn’t p

He threatened but paused while I just followed him to the direction he went. We walked past several halls before we finally came to a scary looking black door and no one had to tell me that this was the dungeon. He opened the door and immediately he did, a terribly putrefying odour hit my nostrils which instantly made vomit rise up my stomach. "Gosh, what is that disgusting smell?" The Vampire by the name of Jared questioned and immediately covered his nose whilst making a pained face and then I understood, the realization almost made me laugh. He must have it bad due to his incredibly awesome sense of smell.

Suddenly, a strange, heavy scent flooded through the brass vents near the ceiling. I froze, my hand pausing over Leo's hair. It wasn't the clean, metallic scent of the heating system. It was thick, oily, and utterly repulsive. Within seconds, the air became thick with the smell of chemical copper, rotting wood, and a wild, rancid musk that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. It was a suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated aggression—a scent so violent it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest.