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he replied. “It could be anybody,” I pointed out. He grinned and shook his head slightly. “I highly doubt that. The sense of smell is the most powerful sense and most likely the one that’s linked to the memory. I remember your scent from yesterday. You smell like… you.” “Er… is that a good thing?” I asked. “You smell like sweet strawberries combined with a scent of freesia and honeysuckle,” he replied. “It’s always a good thing.” He practically enumerated the scents of my perfume, my soap and my shampoo. Being blind must have turned him into a bloodhound.

It was a word that every addict could easily catch up of its meaning. "So your weakness is triggered by scents?" Nina checked herself. How does she smell like? She doesn't use any perfumes because, as much as possible, she doesn't like people to notice her when she is around them. "I wonder how you can say I smell sweet," she chuckled, feeling helpless. But then, if he has a problem, an illness, his reasons may not be the same as others. And she understands that. She knew that fact too well.

The kiss begins slow and innocent, but as Alex' hands roam my body, it ignites a fiery passion in me, leaving me craving more - yearning for his searing mouth all over my skin. He pulls away from my lips to trail kisses along my neck and sniffs on his mark. I expect him to continue down my body, but he stops, pulling his gaze to meet mine. "Why can't I ever smell your scent?" he asks, his confusion evident. My brows furrow. "You can't smell my scent?" I repeat his question slowly, genuinely bewildered. The idea that someone couldn't smell my scent was completely new to me. "Yeah, I can't," he confirms.

Taste was more for food and drinks. Like for instance, at the bar tonight with my sister. All I could smell was a mix of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. My sister uses a floral perfume, jasmine and its easy for me to know its her because not many wear that scent. Her boyfriend, Andy, bathes himself in that axe body spray and its enough to smother me when I get too close. Then those two guys that joined us for a bit, flirting with me. They smelled of cheap beer and cheap cologne.

Almost like she came in, she turned and walked out, leaving a cloud of her scent behind. My senses might have gotten better and hearing too, sight still wasn’t perfect, but it was better. It was still a little hard for me to identify the scents around me. I could perceive a smell, know it but it would be hard for me to describe it, or save it to memory. I didn’t know Daciana’s distinctive smell till date.

He also couldn't remember where or from whom he smelled it. "It was weird," Caisen thought, not noticing Cathy's look. "Weird?" Caisen hid. "Like you, I feel like I've smelled it too, but like you said, I can't remember either." He scratched. "No, it's not that I don't remember it. It was intentionally blocked." Caisen's face darkened, and his head was pulled out. He looked at Cathy. "Cathy, I need to--"

I’m sure my nose has already memorized its scent. But why can’t I smell anything at all? All I am smelling from them is Lucas’ blood!

I could not acknowledge the person from her scent but I am pretty sure I could smell blood. Kevin and I exchange glances. I immediately took off the baseball bat I always kept in my room. “Hey, do you have any idea what and who it was?” Kevin worriedly asked. “No, I couldn’t because I couldn’t smell the scent.” “How could you not smell the scent? Eh, you have done it with the dead body five feet from the ground.” “I don’t know, okay? I just couldn’t and will you please stop talking? You’re making me anxious.”

If I hadn't been a werewolf, I would never had heard the soft sound of her swallowing and my eyes would not have noticed the knot that had formed at her throat. All my senses seemed to be fully awake except for my sense of smell which had not picked up her scent when she had been in proximity. I would have smelled her way before she bumped into me but it was still absurd that even though she was standing next to me, I still could not pick up her scent. It was as if she was water– without any odor. But I could pick up the musky smell of the warm juices that flowed from between a woman's thighs. The smell was faint at first, almost not there but it had now saturated the air and my nose like a

I do not have no-light vision. However, my other senses were beginning to kick in. I could almost taste the powerful acrid smell. I'd been expecting something like sulfur, or brimstone, but this was much worse. It was sharper, and made my eyes and nose run. I had to resist the urge to sniffle. The wind had risen, and while I couldn't feel its effects, down among the trees, I could certainly hear its passage overhead, in the rustling of leaves and branches. As it stood now, I couldn't really see or hear anything.