Double Happiness Cigarette Novels & Stories

Betty said smiling. I laughed; sitting right next to one guy she was lining up the next. I have to say part of me was jealous I couldn't be that way although I never really saw myself as a slut, I just wanted to make one guy really happy and have him return the favor. I reached into my purse and pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and after lighting one offered them to Betty. I had started smoking a couple of weeks ago. Jack had always said they calmed him down so I figured I would try them. I'm not sure how calm they made me but I enjoyed them. To my surprise Mark would smoke one with me here and there.

He extended his hand toward her. Hayden turned to look at him in confusion. “Mr. Hayden, give me a cigarette to smoke. I haven’t smoked for a long time, and seeing you smoke makes me want to smoke too.” Hayden kept quiet for a while before she fished out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Kevin. “Lend me your lighter.” Kevin borrowed a lighter from Hayden. He seldom smoked because Serenity and Jasmine did not like the smell of tobacco. Moreover, Zachary and Josh were quitting smoking. This made the other men of the Yorks think that their fiancée might not like the smell of tobacco too.

He stopped, worried he was rambling, spewing his guts everywhere, and maybe he would somehow offend her in his babbling. Sandy shrugged, lit her cigarette, inhaled, and then let the smoke trickle out her nose, making her look older than fourteen. “Why do people smoke? You get used to it and get a nice buzz. Kinda like booze and pot, but not as heavy. Chills you out. Relaxes me, anyway.” She held the lighter out to him. “Wanna try?”

I smoke a cigarette as I wait for Rain. The last eight days have been the happiest of my life. After the party for my birthday—to which I had to return, for my mother wanted me to meet all the females she had invited, hoping I would find my mate—I spent as much time with Rain as possible, for she is my mate.

Watching me with cunning attention, he leans a shoulder on the wall and takes a joint from his pocket. “Is that a habit?” I ask. “It helps to relax me when business is tense.” He scrutinizes me. “You don’t like it.” “I hate the smell of tobacco smoke. It has a way of clinging to a person’s hair and clothes and leaving a horrible stale smell in a room.” I wrinkle my nose. “Not to mention cigarette breath.” He breaks the joint in half and shoves the pieces back into his pocket. Something warm spreads through my chest, knowing he did that just because I hate the smell of smoke.

“Did you smoke?” He smelled of cigarettes. Blair hugged Mable back and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in greedily. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist and smoked one cigarette.” “Blair, did something happen to make you unhappy?” Mable knew he only wanted to smoke when he was very annoyed. Blair’s arms tightened, and he said hoarsely, “Mabes…”

I ran a tired hand down my face as the elevator doors slid open. I walked inside and Hellen followed me in, smiling coyly at me. I got off the top floor and so did she, I headed towards the rooftop and pulled out the cigar from my pocket. I lit it up and inhaled, relishing the familiar taste of nicotine spreading through my body. Hellen came running beside me. "Want a smoke?" I asked her. She looked taken aback but then took the cigar from me, taking a long drag-a big fucking mistake. She coughed violently the second the cigar left her lips.

Then he whispered to himself, “Definitely not a minor, but so innocent. What a sweet gift.” I frowned in confusion. I honestly had no idea what he meant. Wasn’t innocence a good thing? Wasn’t being pure the ideal thing, according to Mom? “I have something even better for you,” he whispered, a corny smirk forming on his lips. Before I could ask, he brought out a neatly wrapped roll and a lighter. “One puff, and all your pain, all your problems, will disappear.” “That’s crazy,” I muttered. “Isn’t that cigarette?” He walked toward me softly, held my hand, and led me to the bench. His eyes were warm and gentle.

Yvonne Brook grabs the smoke in her hand and throws it on the ground and tramples it out. This brand of cigarettes is also Zora Wood's favorite. She is addicted to cigarettes. She smokes two or three packs a day. Sometimes, her lounge is so smoky that people dare not go in. "I don't know. Maybe it was when I saw Aaron for the first time after I got out of prison." Ada Wood took out another cigarette. This time she didn't light it. "In fact, cigarette is a good thing. At least, it only hurts the lung and won't hurt the heart."

Nora asked back with a chuckle as she took a puff. “Me, I don't.” Lily replied. “Want to try?” Nora asked and she shook her head in response. “Isn't cigarettes bad?” “Not if it is weed.” She replied and Lily furrowed her brows. “Isn't that worse?” “Not really. It's just that with weed, you would get high, be chill, and forget every worry you have.” Nora replied and walked to her, she sat next to her on the bed and Lily coughed immediately because of the smoke Nora puffed out.