Sneeze Novels & Stories

Chloe's head was banging like she had downed thirty pints of alcohol the previous night. Groaning lightly as she sat up, Chloe wondered what could be the cause of her discomfort. Something on her bed buzzed before she could figure that out. As she reached for the satchel tucked within her sheets, a loud sneeze came causing her even more distress. Sniffling, she took out her smart watch and with the quick decision of taking a risk that moment, she didn't bother to get off her bed.

I sneeze out again, this time more loudly and with a huge impact. My eyes water. My nose is itching from repeated sneezing and sniffing. Unlike my earlier intention to get changed, I stay still. The weather is still cold, so taking a bath won't help. I just need to get out of these clothes and find some hot coffee to cool down. Forcing my way backwards, I am thinking of grabbing my phone to call mom, knowing how serious the situation can be, but the light goes off as a thunderbolt strikes the silent night, leaving the whole place in darkness.

If I get back to work without giving him any side eye, then he might go away. But just when I was about to turn around, I felt a piercing through the left side of my nose. My eyes watered and a loud sneeze tore its way out of my lips. Raphael looked at me with curiosity. I thought to just wave the sneeze off like something smelly made me react. But I sneezed again and this time, it forced my upper body to bend forward. My hands flew up to cover my nose and mouth to stop any spit from flying out.

A big ' achoo ' was the first thing he heard when Neal enterd the house. "You are late." The person sitting on the couch said followed by a sneeze. Neal hummed and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took a bottle of water. "You look like shit." Neal said approaching his best friend after drinking the water. A sneeze was the reply to his comment. He sit beside Arjun, his half Indian best friend. He leaned back with a sigh. Arjun was cocooned by a blanket typing something in his laptop. There were tissues on the floor where he sat. His face and naturally tanned skin was flushed from the fever.

I said thoughtfully. I quickly brought out a sanitizer in my purse to sanitize my palm. "Ha-hooo" he sneezed forcefully and blew in his handkerchief. "Please the scent of that is too strong, could you put it away?" he asked politely. "Okay, of course" I quickly shoved the sanitizer in my purse. "Ha-hooo" he sneezed again. "I'm so sorry about that" I said in a sincere tone. "Oh no, it's okay." he brew into his hanky again.

It was just an intuition. I’m so deep in my thoughts when I smell snow and an earthy-woody scent, and I know Nate must be close. I look up, and the minute our eyes lock, I sneeze and then sneeze again. He bursts out laughing. “I haven’t sneezed all day,” I tell him joining him in laughing at my expense. “So, then it’s me. You sneeze when you smell me.” “I don’t know; it’s weird.” I look up at him. He stands so close that I have to recline my head a bit.

I changed into some dry clothes all while sneezing and coughing. My chest felt like it was hollowed out with each sneeze. I could not feel my nose anymore; my head was thundering and my ears were ringing. I was starting to get numb. All I felt was blankness at that moment when I lay down. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks but all it did was drench the pillow rather than make me feel lighter.

“Okay, Mr. Reed. Got it.” That was the last thing he heard from her as he lowered his phone and hit the end button. He dropped himself on the white cloth-covered sofa, spraying the dust that accumulated through it to fly in the air. The small particles entered his body through his nasal cavities, trickling into the interior of his nose and causing him to sneeze violently. His wolf even snorted in his head. “Damn!” He growled, standing up so quickly and covering his nose to prevent them from eliciting another sneeze.

‘ I need to fucking hear her voice,’ he desired to hear her say something, anything to him, address him, lash out at him but look at him and speak to him. “Zoya!” he shouted her name but she was already in the middle of taking her injection; his belongings were kept on the bed; all perfect for him to go to his office. He sighed, now talking to her is total shit because the side effect of injection takes away her ability to hear anything for around 5 minutes, and he did not have a min left otherwise he will be late for the office; since he drives his car himself. He picked a sticky note and made a sad face over it before writing ‘ sorry ‘ on top of it. He stuck it to the refrigerator before h

Coughing and sneezing, I quickly placed my hands over my nose and ran over to the window. I took in a deep breath of the air outside, only to gag as the air filled my lungs. I quickly closed the window and retreated back into the room as the urge to throw up filled me. I cupped my hands over my nose as I ran around the place, looking for some kind of relief. The stale, musty odour that had been trapped inside the room was overwhelming and somehow seemed to seep in through the crevices of my palm, making the situation even worse.