Bible Verse To Quit Smoking Novels & Stories

It quenched my thirst and almost had me finish the bottle. "Although you aren't officially a trainee, it seems that you don't need the voice lessons." Lena pours a small liquid bottle into an electronic cigarette. She saw me stare at her and then at the pencil size device. "Oh? Chris wanted me to quit smoking and insisted I do water vapor." "Your six-year-old son told you that?" "He may be in elementary school, but that boy has an adult brain." I laughed, taking another drink to moisten my throat. "He told me his teacher taught his class that smoking is bad and can cause cancer." She groaned, rolling her eyes while taking a inhale of the vape. "Chris is scared I might die soon if I don't sto

I needed to clear my head, for real. This was actually one of the moments I needed Marcus. I'd always heard that smoking was one way to get a clear head--except whoever said so was wrong. Let's not forget about smokers being liable to die young. There was just this fire that ignited in me anytime I set eyes on Marcus smoking. It made my insides combust, and I couldn't help but say that it was a sight to behold. Obviously, if things went well between us, I'd tell him to quit smoking, or at least tone it down to the barest minimum because I didn't want to see him die soon.

As the car came to a stop, Ken came out of the car with Zyla in his arms. After a while, Ken made his way beside John, gave him a light shove, and asked, “Got any more of that? Hit me up.” John passed a cigarette to Ken and asked, “I thought you quit?” “Yeah, I’m about to. This will be my last one.” Ken smiled and exhaled a ring of smoke. “I’m about to be a father. It’s about time I quit smoking.” Upon hearing the term ‘father’, there was a slight prick to John’s heart.

"Audrey, if I see you smoking again, you'll get it from me." "This will be the last time I smoke. After this time, I promise I'll never smoke again." Audrey lit another cigarette, took a puff, and gracefully exhaled a ring. Just as Nordan was about to take away her cigarette, she spoke first, "I've asked around. You can't smoke while preparing for pregnancy, nor during pregnancy. You can't smoke after bearing a child for the sake of the child's health. After smoking this cigarette today, I'm going to quit smoking for eternity, so let me enjoy this. Don't take away this cigarette." "What did you just say?" Nordan stopped snatching the cigarette and asked Audrey with wide eyes. "Audrey, what d

The first inhale barely took the edge off his rage. “You shouldn’t be smoking,” he muttered, exhaling a plume of gray smoke. “You’re pregnant.” Sophia snorted, leaning against the rust-stained railing. “And you shouldn’t be alive, but here we are.” Her voice dripped with bitter amusement. “Don’t play saint, Ray. A girl like me...this life doesn’t come with a rulebook.” He studied her for a moment, seeing the same fight and defiance he used to admire—before everything went to hell. “You ever think about quitting?”

The flame caught, the cigarette burning, the smell of smoke filling the air. “Stop.” I flinched. The cigarette was wrenched from my fingers, broken in half, a tiny piece falling to the floor. I looked up, fury exploding in me. Jeremiah was standing there, calm, but his eyes were firm. “The doctor said to stop. Smoking will deteriorate your health.” My jaw dropped. My chest heaving, I felt every ounce of my anger rise and spill over.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

It reminds me of how I shouted at her harshly the other day when she brought up the topic of my smoking but now, I don't see the need to do the same. Perhaps, it is because she is sick. Or because of how softly she is speaking. It makes it not sound like a nag but a friendly advice. Can I quit smoking? I am not addicted to it but it keeps me sane. "Will you?" the touch of her hand on mine jerks me back to life. The way she is staring at me deeply with those beautiful brown eyes of hers has me nodding my head. "I will", I say at last, hoping I can keep to the promise.

Thank Heavens. "I don't like perfume or colognes." I whispered, staring into his now almost black eyes. "That's good. Even I don't." He whispered back. His minty breath washing over my face. "You smoke?" I suddenly asked, the image of me picking up the cigarette box shadowing my mind. He froze midway. I saw his Adam's apple bobbing in the throat. "Trying to quit. 4 days and still counting." I inhaled a sharp breath, gazing into those chocolate dark eyes with gratefulness. "Thank you."

he starts, "I tried to convince myself that I hate you when you left. I wanted to hate you so bad for it because you destroyed every piece of me. "So I told myself that I hated you every day, everytime I thought of you, but I knew it was meaningless. I fucking knew that it was all just a fucking lie, going to rip me inside out, yet I still did it. I'm ready to stop this fucking lying to myself now, I think. "So we should take it slow, I need to start being what you need me to be. So I'm asking you, if I stop smoking, would you take me back?"