Cameron Diaz Smoking Novels & Stories

DAMIAN Matteo leaned over, close enough for me to catch the faint scent of smoke lingering in his hair. His eyes flicked across the screen, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So… what now, brother?” I grabbed the pack of cigarettes from his hand, the paper crinkling beneath my fingers. Lighting one, I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl like a ribbon across the dim light of the room. The show had begun.

I follow Dario outside to a beautiful patio with cream furniture and plonk down on a comfortable couch while accepting the lit cigarette he holds out to me. "I haven't smoked since high school." I take a long drag from the nicotine like a pro and sigh at the calm it brings. Maybe I should smoke more often. Dario drops down on the opposite end of the couch. lighting his own cigarette. "Does my family confuse you?" Okay, so he's much more observant than I gave him credit for. He is a Moretti after all. "I don't have much of a family, so what do I know." I take another drag of my cigarette. "So Alessandro smeared Raquel on you? Vicious."

His finger traces my bottom lip and I look up at Ramon with a grin. "Are you alright?" I wonder out loud. His eyes flicker from mine to my lips and then back to my eyes. "I'm stressed, but I'll be fine." He admits softly. "We still have to get you a dress, the ceremony has so much planning to do, I want to make sure everything is perfect for your family and I have your friend Bertha coming over tomorrow morning and-" "How long has it been since you smoked?" I ask. He looks me over. "I haven't since the day before everyone got here, Hazel. I don't want to smoke around your baby brother." He admits. Ramon usually finds relief from his stress through smoking. I'm surprised he hasn't broken anyt

He paced like a restless predator, exhaling clouds that burned my nose and eyes. “Stop that,” I snapped before I could help myself. “The smell… it's disgusting.” He blew smoke into my face and smirked. “You should start smoking, Eva. You’ll need it. What you’re about to hear, you won’t want to be sober for it.” My throat went dry as I coughed. “What are you talking about?” He dragged on the cigarette, the ember glowing like an eye in the dark. “Your friend. Diana. She’ll be dead soon.”

It wouldn't matter if he shaved it tomorrow. My heart would still jump when our eyes meet. He is one of my true mates. He feels like fate. Because he is. That doesn't mean he can't make me furious. A thin stream of smoke slips from his mouth. It curls into the air between us before fading. My eyes drop to his hand. A cigarette. He tries to flick it away near the gate like I won't notice. Like I won't smell it. What the hell, Damian? My stomach tightens hard enough to hurt. He quit months ago. He promised he didn't miss it. I haven't smelled smoke on him. Haven't tasted it when he kisses me. I would have known.

Damien stood there, puffing smoke out of his mouth as he groan in annoyance. “So you smoke?”. She asked immediately when she got there. He took a long drag on his cigarette before turning to face her. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "I know it's bad for me, but it's one of the few things that helps me relax." He blew out a stream of smoke, the tendrils drifting away in the breeze. "I've never seen you smoke before," she said, sounding a bit surprised. "How long have you been doing it?"

She heard his complaint and offered to help him but he had to keep doing something since her help was only temporary and not fixed. Camper was surprised to see Dakar already back but he didn't press him with questions knowing he could snap. But he noticed something about his best friend. He appeared lively and would even wear something resembling a smile on his face. It wasn't a smile, but it wasn't anything near a frown either. However, Camper was shocked when he noticed Dakar doing something new. “Smoking?” he asked with a dropped jaw. Dakar ran his fingers through his long hair and exhaled. He didn't want Camper or anyone to know he now smoked.

He knew he would write new memories with love and passion. Cyrus was sitting in the garden alone. Denzel was out with girls for some shopping. He wanted a drink or a cigarette badly. He wasn’t a regular smoker but he wanted it bad. But he had no stick with him but he knew where he could get. He motioned one of the guards and they knew what their boss would need because they had seen him smoking when he was with John.

Miss Diaz asked. “Only the sweet ones” I said smiling. “Miss Diaz threw her head backwards laughing. “I don’t like it when it burns so much” not knowing where I got the courage to say that. “The better the burn, the better it works” She took out something from the tray and suddenly her face was covered with fog. I never knew Miss Diaz smoked. My eyes never left her face, as the smoke fades off, I caught a glimpse of her smiling lips, “why do you look so shocked, like you’ve just seen a ghost” she teased with the smile on her face getting brighter.

Diana: Has he given up on his image? Mr. Lin took out a lighter, lit the cigar, and exhaled a puff of smoke.