Double Happiness Cigarette Novels & Stories

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.

I queried. He rose three fingers up. “Three hundred naira only! It’s the best retail price on this street. I’m telling you the truth o.” He emphasised. I rolled my eyes. “Right. Give it to me.” I pulled my purse from my pocket and paid him for the cigarettes. The cigarette wrapper felt so cool as I placed my hand on it. This was one of my favourite cigarettes when I didn’t have the luxury of ordering online. I pulled one of the cancer sticks out and lift it using the lighter I always carried along with me. I took a drag off nicotine fix slowly into my lungs The shot fell so good as it moved through me, making me feel hazy and calm like a butterfly.

Uh-huh! He moved away from me dancing, the white curvaceous girl in hot seat kept signaling me to follow him, I grimaced at her, pulled out another stick of cigarette; put it on my lips, and lit up. Hey guys! Did you know that, semen acts as anti-depressants; that it makes a woman happy?

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.

Hugo “Hey, you know Christmas is just around the corner,” I said, trying to lighten the mood between me and Frederick, who always seemed on the brink of exploding. “I’m not really in the mood for celebration, since you removed the only thing!” Frederick snapped back. “Yeah, right,” he added with a smirk, casually lighting up a cigarette in front of me. He hadn’t been much of a smoker before, but lately, it had become quite a bad habit. I’d tried smoking a few times myself, but thanks to my father, it felt almost like a part of me from the moment I was born.

As he said that, his gaze on me was clouded with a flicker of nervous tension and uncertainty. I smiled at him and shook my head. "I'm not getting divorced. Let's just continue living like this. I think it's not bad." "Really?" "Yeah." Julian's lips curved into a smile. The tenderness in his eyes seemed to melt even the cold air around us. He pulled me into his arms, letting me hear his heartbeat. "Does that mean your heart is mine now?" "Yeah." I leaned closer to him, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm beneath his chest.

"You're kidding, me...a ball, child. The last ball I attended was the mate one. Where I met my husband." "Please say you'll come." "I will. I will, but...don't you want to get smokes that aren't…as controversial? These aren’t the most…” “I know. But I like these.” "All right...just don't...get used to them, Ruby." In a few months, the cigarette company will get into a lawsuit for adding opiates to the tobacco. I don’t care about that; all I know is that opiates numb pain, and that’s all that matters to me.

I said and brought another cigar to my mouth and lit it. There was silence. “You are now calling during the wee hours, Ace?” Santiago’s voice was hoarse, like he was already half-drunk or half-planning to ignore me and just sleep “I don’t waste time unless it’s worth it,” I said flatly, blowing out a drag. “Do you want it in the future or not?” “Depends. You selling me hope or a product?” “Product. Real deal. Clean, potent, and three times the punch of meth. We're calling it Bliss.”

My eyes were on his lips, I could hear the soft pounding of my heart beat. I quickly moved away from him, steadying my swaying senses. "Thank you." "You are welcome...",he gave me a flirtatious smile, "... I am not entirely a bad person, so, take advantage of this opportunity. I am not this nice to people. It's just me being upstanding for the moment...",he took out a metallic wallet from his pockets. Opening it, he took out a black cigarette stick, placing it on his lips. I recognized that brand, it is odorless and as expensive as the big cigars.