Double Happiness Cigarette Novels & Stories

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?

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.

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.

Yeah this right here is hitting the spot. It had been years since Maya picked up a cigarette. She had gone through a phase when she was sixteen, stealing her mothers cigarettes and smoking them in the backyard of her Washington childhood home. This was her rebelling at the fact that she had no friends and her parents were the ones making it harder for her to connect, what with all their overbearing tendencies. She had been stealing cigarettes for months before her dad finally caught her and lectured her on the dangers of such a habit.

He stepped out and leaned by his car as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit the cigarettes and waited for whoever it was that knew he was coming, he didn't have to go inside, he'd just stand and they would come to him. Matteo emerges from the front door, with a weed in his hand. Though it was warmer at the beginning of June, it didn't affect their intake of weed, because it was the only thing that provided joy to them. "Do you say you want to be happy?." Matteo asked him, wrapping up the weed carefully. Zavi didn't care to reply, his eyes played at what he was doing. He hadn't started smoking from the one in his hand.

Grabbing a pack of cigarette, I opened the cap and placed the deadly stick between my lips, whilst tossing the half filled pack next to him. I wrapped my hands over my chest and leaned back on the wall next to me. "Maybe or maybe not." He placed the glass back and gazed at the cigarette with hooded eyes. Lighting up the stick with my all time favorite lighter, I inhaled the soothing smoke. "You shouldn't smoke, it's harmful." I hummed and replied, "sometimes, the worse things can make you feel better." His lip were instantly sucked in at my response. "Don't fuss over it Zachariah. Just my logic." I shrugged once again.

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.