Spell Stink Novels & Stories

Stink shrugging, "You act like I didn’t clean up after. Look, the cushions ain’t even sticky." I scream, "...Stephen!" Stink sighs, "My bad, my bad! I just figured you’d be out late. You are always out late on Fridays. Me and the homies needed a spot to chill, that’s all." I scoff, “ FYI, you must have me confused with someone else because I never stay out late, and actually, it is late, almost 2 am. Chill? That's what we callin’ it now? You had a girl in my silk robe, sipping on my Simply Peach juice, and, was that my lavender honey body oil all over the floor?!"

They contain food, water, medicine, flashlight, and others for survival, protection, healing, the bidders might give you special boxes if you impress them but before you can get it, you need to verbally spell the word that the programmable box uttered. "For the word of the day, if you know the spelling, you will know if you are a Spell or a Beat. If you don't know the spelling, you should protect yourselves and your teammates because you don't know who is after your life. Each wrong letter is equivalent to one life in your district. Be careful who to beat, and remember when to beat. The winning district will be granted any three wishes tangible or intangible that start with the letter of the

Just Yam. I like it, he said. He chewed the candy again. I know I should suck it, he added. I chew when I am nervous. Were you nervous up there, I asked. I am nervous now, he said. I let that sit. Then I asked about his word choice. Earlier you yelled arsehole, I said. Where did that come from. Movies, he said. Also a roommate who swore he was British. Maybe he was faking it. A small store still had its lights on.

He would sleep in the study or the guest room as if the smell of garlic could kill him. Stella looked at Keegan's frown and suddenly thought of doing something naughty. "Does it stink?" She deliberately said to intensify the garlicky aroma. "I don't smell anything." Keegan's face turned green in an instant. "It must be you. I grew up drinking high-quality mineral water, so it couldn't be me," Stella teased. Keegan gave himself a sniff and proceeded to sniff Stella. "It's you who stinks," he said with certainty. Stella pretended to be angry and said, "Do you not like me anymore?"

"No way." "I swear on my life," Aiden grins. "The smell was so bad it cleared the entire valley. The poor guy spent three days rolling in the river, but it wouldn't come off. Even the Alpha wouldn't go near him. He had to sleep a hundred yards downwind from the den for a week. We called him 'Stink' for the rest of his life." Harris is laughing now, a genuine, belly-shaking sound that lights up his face. He flops onto his bed, wiping a tear from his eye. "A wolf eating a skunk. That is fucking gold. I wish I could have seen that."

“Exactly. Come on, let's use your stink bombs to teach her a lesson!" Ginny nodded eagerly and swiftly made her way into the courtyard, hurling all three stink bombs in Xavia’s direction. Xavia watched as the plastic balloon-like objects rapidly inflated. Then, with a loud “pop,” they exploded, releasing a pungent and repulsive odor that permeated the air. For a moment, she felt as if she had fallen into a stinky sewer.

"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.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

Damned dog. “Then why are you covered in mud?” the jerk demanded. “Do you not have anything better to do than barbeque me?” “Barbeque?” Stefan’s brows snapped together. “Cristo, it's a grill, not a barbeque.” “Barbeque…grill…what is the difference?” Stephen huffed. “Now put me down.” “You still haven’t explained the mud.” Stefan leaned his head down to suck in a deep breath. “Or the fact that you reek of water fairy.”

She said, staring at the stains that were on her now because of all the hugging, “You’re indirectly calling me filthy, mum?” I said and she chortled a bit. “Why, yes.” She didn’t deny it. “You even stink. You stink so badly!” She added. “And you—” “Okay! That’s okay.” I said, already backing away. “I’ll go now.” I said. Even though I wanted to confront those three scums so badly, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to look good while at it.