Spell Stink Novels & Stories

she says, opening the door. I grab her hand. “Where are you going?” “To ride with Rowan and Danielle, you stink.” I pause. Unsure if I heard her right. “I what?” “Stink,” She repeats. “S.T.I.N.K, stin—” “I know how to spell, Mrs Vale.” I snap. “I’m fresh out of the shower, stop acting funny.” “I’ll see you there,” she says, trying to put off my grip but I start driving instantly, her body jerks but I keep her steady thanks to my grip.

They held disgust. “you fucking stink” another person said again as i rushed out the room, not even bothering to look back…

The prank kind—once lit, they released an unbearably foul stench that clung stubbornly, almost impossible to wash off with water or detergent. Listening to Diana and Natalie's pitiful cries outside, Cyrus chuckled darkly. He picked up the stink bombs and walked toward the door.

My stomach churned, and I stumbled back, spitting on the floor to rid myself of the sharp tang lingering on my tongue. “Ugh!” I coughed, dragging the back of my hand across my lips. The taste was so overwhelming it made my throat tighten, and I could feel bile rising. I rushed toward the kitchen, my bare feet skidding on the cold floor. I fumbled for the tap, twisting it on, and let the water pour into my mouth. I gargled and spit, repeating the process until the sharp taste dulled, replaced by the cold purity of water. My hands shook as I gripped the sink, leaning over it as I took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm raging inside me.

do I stink? - Mmm... yes. I repeat, initially I thought that this was due to taking some kind of medicine, tincture, or whatever healers have, but when I checked your reaction to the impact of my power, I was convinced that only an artifact could give such a protective effect. If you will communicate with werewolves, then you need to solve this problem. Now answer the question - what is the function of the artifact? She stood for a minute, averting her eyes, and digested the information. She shocked me - to hear that you stink, it was unpleasant, although who am I kidding? It was a nightmare! Without turning her head, she was terribly ashamed, she said:

"You stink!" Deg. Damien was surprised. Then he moved away from Lavina and smelled his own scent. He was confused because his body didn't smell. "Don't you like my perfume, Miss?" Damien asked. Lavina nodded in agreement. She really didn't like the smell of Damien's perfume. Inhaling the smell made Lavina's head dizzy and nauseous. Finally Damien went straight out. He didn't want to disturb Lavina. The man immediately left, he wanted to change the clothes and perfume he was wearing.

Bell assured her with an encouraging smile. "You think so?" Bell nodded her head. "I know so" she then moved closer to Mystique's ear and whispered. "I have been meaning to tell you that you seriously need a shower, you stink of coition" *~* Mystique sighed as she stared at her bear reflection on the mirror in her bathroom. The stranger did not pity her poor delicate body as signs of bruises were everywhere. A shiver ran down her spine as she took in the hickeys on her neck followed by an image of a man sucking on her neck while she was moaning beneath him shamelessly. Good thing they would never meet again! And even if they did, Mystique would pretend as if she doesn't remember him.

Or any other non-vampire for that matter. The whole mine reeks of vamps, like a fucking cesspool of eviscerated decomposing body and rotten eggs. And I don’t mean eggs a little yucky and past their time. I mean the kind that explode the grey muck of ghastly stench that poisons your olfactory memory for the rest of your days. It’s fucking revolting. The fuck? Do they just not have noses? How the hell can these vamps live trapped in this stink?

My blood boiled under the shame. But I chose to ignore it and swallow the rage. Fighting back would only make it worse. So I wiped her stink off my body, brushing my uniform like I could erase her touch, and turned back to what I was doing. But instead, she turned around, her face twisting with fury. “What did you just do? Did you just indirectly say I stink?” she asked, her voice laced with anger. Well, if we were being truthful, she did stink—like old sweat and unwashed clothes, the smell makes one’s nose wrinkle.

The smell is foul, and I reach out, moving the ball shaped stink bombs with my finger. “What is that?” I ask, my lip curled in disgust. She looks up, seeing me poking at whatever this is. “Eye of newt.” She says. “Eww, that’s a thing?” I say, wiping my hand quickly on my pants. Bad idea, now the stench is on me too.