Double Happiness Cigarette Novels & Stories

And that seemed to be the case with Nathan. Kelsey blew out a cloud of smoke from her cigarette that she occasionally had after sex. There was something pleasurable about the tobacco smell in her mouth and the puff of thick smoke in and out of her lungs. She laid on Nathan's bed naked, tangled in the white linen as she filled the room with the mist of Marlboro nicotine and tar while relishing the thought of how satisfied she was just a few minutes earlier.

He lights it up and places it between his lips. "My apologies." He brings out the cigarette, between his leather fingers and offers Nora a drag, which she politely refuses. She was all too familiar with the smell of cigarettes. Though Amanda would only smoke in her room and not outside, everytime the door opened, they were able to get a whiff of the strong scented cigarettes. They never liked how it smelled, assuming it would taste just as bad as it smelled. According to them, why in the world would someone willingly smoke something that is not only injurious to health but also smells and tastes disgusting. They had yet to learn of the ecstasy these things provided, how cleverly they roped i

I say sarcastically and he grins. “You know that your face is loosing it’s elasticity right?” I ask wrinkling my nose and he frowns, “I don’t understand? Do I have wrinkles? Am I looking old?” he asks running a hand through his face and I chuckle. “No. You don’t look old. You smoking reduces your face's elasticity.” I explain and he looks at his cigarette before making a face and taking another drag. “This is a herbal cigarette so it’s probably not the same like the non herbal ones.” He says and I nod “Ookayy.” I quip and he chuckles.

Henry called out and glanced at him pleadingly. James immediately understood and threw him a cigarette. After thinking for a moment, he felt that one was not enough. He knew that Henry had a cigarette addiction and would have at least two packs daily. He threw all the cigarettes he had and a lighter to Henry. Whitney took it and said sternly, “No smoking.”

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…”

he said, turning off the engine and glancing at her. Charlotte looked at the house, surprised. “Where is this?” Sean smiled slightly, “Come see.” As soon as they stepped out, a man came walking toward them. He looked a bit puzzled at first, then surprised, and finally broke into a wide grin. “Mr. Jasper, what a surprise!” He handed Sean a cigarette. Charlotte noticed the brand—Yellow Crane Tower. It was one of those cheap ones she had seen in convenience stores, maybe ten or fifteen dollars a pack.

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.