Double Happiness Cigarette Novels & Stories

I sloshed more gasoline on his shelves. He stood now, sweating. “I hope you got insurance man” The smell of gasoline fumes consumes the whole supermarket and I threw the empty can on the floor and drew out a lighter from my inner pocket, the one I used to light my cigarettes and I drew out a cigarette, placing it between my lips, a dark smile pulling on the corners of my lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything – please” “Too late” I was enjoying this too much He rambled on but his words had become white noise in my ears. I lit the cigarette between my lips, a faint cherry glowed at the end and I could feel the surge of nicotine flowing through my blood.

Out of curiosity, I stuck the cancer stick in between my teeth with my eyes glued to his. “I thought you hated people who smoke?” His eyes softened in amusement. I shook my head in response, taking a long drag. My eyes rolled back from the adrenaline that came with it. “I don’t hate you, right?” I retorted, fluttering my eyes open. The corner of his lips twitched up, reaching for the stick but I slapped his hand away with a warning glare. He huffed in irritation, glancing at the pack lying on the table. Do people usually burn their lungs with hopes of getting cancer or was he the only psychopath willing to die young?

Stepping out of the house, I decide that I couldn't wait until I get to the school's 'smoke area' as I pull out a cigarette from it's pack, lit it up and take in heavy puff. Exhaling, smoke oozes out of my mouth as I suddenly start to feel calm. When I'd reached the 'smoke area', Aiden yells at me. "Hey, I was waiting for you so that we could smoke together. No fair!" I take in another heavy puff of cigar. "I couldn't help it. I was about to loose my mind in that damn house" Aiden scowled in disgust. "You have the hots for old ladies now?"

One puff wasn't enough, hence he took another drag with his trembling hand. Finally, Hodge's cravings were satisfied. He looked at Jefferson and said, "You can smoke one too." Jefferson seldom smoked, but in order to make the old man happy, he also lit a cigarette. He put it to his mouth and took a puff. "Mr. Hodge, smoking is harmful to your health. You'd better not smoke too much." Hodge rolled his eyes at him. "You know it's harmful, but you're the one who bought it for me. You're up to no good. Besides, if smoking is so harmful, how come they still manufacture cigarettes? If they stop manufacturing them, then I'll stop smoking."

Dmitri appeared within my vision, the flame from his lighter lighting up my stick. “Nothing is. I just don’t know how to feel,” I admitted. He let out an exhale, smoke accompanying the act. “But are you happy?” “Very happy. I can’t even explain how happy I am whenever I remember that she’s alive and here with me, but I won’t deny that there are certain things that try to dampen my mood,” This time I took in a drag, the cigarette fume billowing out of my nostrils. “She doesn’t like what we do and it hurts that I’d have to go on missions without her knowledge.”

However, he didn't say much, but he was still somewhat happy in his heart. She couldn't have checked the surveillance cameras in the community. She must have judged it from the cigarette butts. His cigarettes are not commonly sold on the market and belong to a special category. Looking at the cold and indifferent look on Hazel face, Jack's throat rolled up and down a few times before he spoke, "Is there anything to eat?"

asked one of the cousins aloud, his eyes wide in shock. “Hey, what kind of cigarettes are those? I’ve never seen such packaging before!” asked another cousin curiously. “It’s no wonder why you haven’t seen it before… Those are business cigarettes that only the richest of the rich living abroad can afford to smoke! These cigarettes actually nourish the lungs instead of damaging them! What more, it’s a new product that’s only been developed this year and it’s not even for sale yet! It’s only available for exclusive use as of now!” explained the boy in his shock as he held on to the cigarette box with quivering hands.

A soft smile was on his face that quickly disappeared. It was different from the evil smirks or mischievous grins he had most of the time. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle. I was starting to see what those girls saw in him. "You know shooting stars are meteors, right?" There was a bit of smugness in his voice. I took the last bit of my shawarma, chewing it lightly. "Science ruins everything fun." I sneered. Mikhail pulled out the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. The scent of burnt tobacco and several chemicals, which were unhealthy, lingered. The edges crack lightly as it burns.

I lost the best damn thing that could've happened to me. I placed my hand in my hoodie pocket and walked away. Why couldn't I tell Audrey that Haylee meant so little? Why couldn't I tell Audrey I want her and not anyone else? I felt my back pocket and heaved a sigh of relief when I felt the thing I needed the most: my cigarette packet. I sat on a bench and started smoking. I wanted to laugh at the encouraging words the box had put out there for smokers. SMOKING KILLS. I can bet my whole house that smokers do know that. But do we care?