Uh Oh Stinky Novels & Stories

“If you really want to.” “He’s not nearly as stinky now as he used to be,” Laurie says. “He earned the name Mr. Stinky Pants when he was a baby. You don’t even want to know what he smelled like back then.” She pinches her nose and waves a hand in front of her face like she’s blowing the stench away. That gets a bubble of laughter from Hayden. “My mom’s friend has a baby. He sure smells bad too.” “I’m afraid we’re all stinky from time to time,” Laurie says.

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

My lips parted as I stared up at him, barely even noticing the feel of his hands on the back of my thighs as he effortlessly hoisted me up on the marble counter right next to my sink, his gaze flittering over my body as he added with a grungy voice, "It's coming out of your every pore," What? Eww! Does that mean that I stink? I discreetly tried to sniff myself as he slightly moved to the right and started rummaging through my cabinets, not really feeling anything other than perhaps my vomit breath. Ugh.

Before she could finish, someone sniffed in the air and smelled something strange. The others did the same and immediately picked up a terrible stench. “It’s from the cane! It’s disgusting!” Sky covered his nose and said, “Isn’t it a ten-million-dollar cane? Why the hell is it so stinky?” Those present then realized inside the broken cane was something rotten, mixed between black and red, and released a terrible stench. “What is this…” Joan’s face froze before nervousness took over. “H-How? What happened? Madam Quint, I am sorry, I didn’t know…”

Piper rolls her eyes, and it’s her tell that shows me she is lying. “Sweetie, I don’t mean to sound harsh, but you stink. Go get in the shower, and we will strip your bed and grab your laundry,” Emmerson states bluntly. I lift my arm and sniff my armpit. My friend is right, I stink. "Alright, I've let myself go a little," I sigh. The look on my friends’ faces shows they think it's more than that. I look down at my food stained quilt and hoodie. They're right. I'm a complete slob.

"And once you had followed, I told sandy to go back, and you both ignored me" "Well we didnt understand you, If you had marked me we could of mind linked" "Dont give me that crap, you understood" "Pig" "Stop calling me that" "Pig" "Go on say it one more time" "Pig" In seconds I was across the tent fuming with her but as I got close to her she jumped up and wraped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and was kissing me until she had me and Abyss both purring bloody purring.

He staggered, one knee buckling. Then the air shifted. My nose wrinkled instantly. The stench hit me like a punch to the throat—sour rot and burnt metal. My stomach twisted. That smell. My breath caught. I whipped my head toward Gabriel, panic crawling up my spine. “That stench… Gabriel—it’s them. It’s the Stingers.” His jaw clenched. “I know. I can feel them.” His eyes darkened, hands already balling into fists. “They’re close.”

Mate. Oh fuck.

The scent h O boy, was I in trouble.