Uh Oh Stinky Novels & Stories

he groaned. “Unrelated but, I so much hate that Stacey of a girl. She smelled of rotten onions the whole time.” She scrunched up her face. They both burst out laughing. “Fuck Stacey.” “No. I want you to fuck me instead.”

"Are you dumb?" "Yes, and I also smell!"

Stark gestured at three men to come forth. And as those three men came closer, I couldn't handle it anymore. "Stop!" I yelled. "Not a step closer! What did you all do? Bath with garlic or something?!" I asked, not being exactly serious about what I had said. So that's where the weird smell came from? The three men just kept looking at me and so did Stark. Then it finally hit me. "No... No no no. Don't tell e you all..." I said. "Yes, they all bathed with garlic." Stark said.

Lorenzo stood there, liquid dripping from his chin, his dark eyes closed for a second. "You Dirty Alpha!" I shouted, not caring who was watching. "You think I don't recognize you? I didn't see your face clearly that night, but your Ugly Scent is the same!" I pointed a finger at his chest. "I knew you are the one... the Stinky Doctor!" Lorenzo opened his eyes. They were pitch black. He wiped the alcohol from his face slowly, looking like a demon waking up. "What?" Lorenzo asked, his voice dangerously low. "Stinky?"

I've been ready ever since. "Fine, we'll prepare it first, Mom. Later, if there's a call, you'll just go straight up on stage." Okay, I understand. They came back out of the room. I took a deep breath, leaning my head back in the chair. "Why don't you embarrass the Thunder?" Eh? I immediately turned to Rumi, frowning. It's actually an interesting idea, but I immediately shook my head, that would look weird. I have no way.

Melody made a silly face at Felix as she said, "Hmm, you're just jealous that I can kiss Stinky Caterpie, and you can't." Felix rolled his eyes. "You've said she's Stinky Caterpie. So, she must be stinky. Who wants to kiss her?" Abigail joined the argument. "Do you think you're sweet?" Melody said, "Stinky Caterpie smells so good. Fee, you're the one who's stinky. You filthy man."

Damn no wonder they stank I thought as we sat there as he rambled on. "They stank to me, '' I said looking at him. When they were in my house they stank and it bothered my senses. I smelt rotten fish which pissed them off but that is the odor I could smell from them. it was foul",I added as Jake stopped and burst into laughs. He looked highly delighted by my rotten fish reference but it was true I hated the smell still. "Good you can smell them, it may give us heads up if they come onto our territory in the future. We may have to kill them",he looked at me smiling. I would love the honor of wiping those bitches out that called me fat and ugly.

“The Regina George ones think I look like expired broccoli. I’m fifteen, Mom, not twenty; I’m not mature… in the right places.” “Or you just don’t have enough money yet.” The stalker spoke up, and Tiana laughed. “That too, no girl wants a broke man.” I finally opened the door; everyone stopped to look at me. The stalker had a spatula in his hand; he was turning the bean cake in the oil. My aunt was obsessed with the African bean cake Gianna taught her to make; I think she called it Akara. “Hi.” I waved, and Tiana smiled. My eyes met the stalker; he had a smirk at the side of his chin. Of course, he did.

she wept, "oh fuck, please fuck . . . me, oh, oh, oh, OH . . . OH . . . OOOHHHH!!" "Yes! You're going to cum, oh god I can see it in your eyes! Look at me! Look at my cock. It's fucking you Stacy, you're going to cum all over it. Cum for me Stacy. Do it! Oh no . . . I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you! I'm fucking you Stacy! Take my cock you beautiful cunt!!" That did it. "OH MY GOOOOODDDDD . . . NNNNHHHHH . . .OH . . . OH . . . .FUUUUCKKKKK . . "

“Suppose you’re wanting a room.” “Stink of the road, is that obvious?” She laughs and clicks at her computer. “Oh, we get all kinds through here, but you don’t stink. The ones that stink,” she says looking at us with a face slightly twisted and sour. “They stink bad.” Aldo laughs, and it dinks a chip in my armor. I suddenly feel a bit mean about the cowardly call. “I’ll take it as a compliment then,” he says, now going to his wallet and taking out cash. “So what’s happening?”