Double Happiness Cigarette Novels & Stories

The excitement I felt earlier vanished like a candle flame extinguished by Doc Tami’s words. After Hugo thanked Nadine’s doctor, he quickly closed his laptop and pulled something out of his pocket. “Here.” He offered me a cigarette stick. “What brand is this?” I asked, taking it. The cigarette was a source of comfort for me. I inspected the cigarette stick he gave me. It had black cigarette paper and gold tipping paper. It also had “treasurer” written on the black stick. It had a different smell compared to the cigarettes I was used to. Just one look, and you could tell that it was a fancy brand.

I saw him smoking and trust me I hate myself for finding him hot while smoking. Of Course He looked hot but while smoking he looked extra hot which is not good for my health. God why does he have to smoke? You made him so perfect but I understand God is the same to everyone. You could've made him less handsome, it would've worked but why smoking?? Just why?? Don't worry God we'll have a talk on this later first let me stop him. That smoke is ruining the whole mood. It smelled so nice because of the rain. The mood is just so good but no it had to be ruined. Good now I'm getting angry. Arghhh

Picking a roll of cigarette, Stamp sat beside him and let out a boisterous laugh that can wake the whole neighborhood. "What the hell, man. You look so happy." He commented to his face sarcastically, mocking his sulking face. Mahiriko gave his friend a sarcastic smile as he light the cigarette. "You ate a lot of humor in you, Stamp." He replied and blows the fragrant smell of the weed. "What the hell happened to you? You look like hell, man." Stamp picked the half consumed roll and hit it. Mahiriko sneered and played the smoke at he blows it, forming a round circle in the air. "Congratulations to me, I just received the most plaguey speech from them. So nice." He snarkily uttered and lean hi

"I have no interests in high school drama, Blondie. This here just happens to be my favorite smoking spot," "Well, fine... You didn't hear anything and you didn't see anything. Capisce?" "Sure," he said, taking a long drag of that cigarette in his mouth. Somehow that got me to notice his Adam's apple slight movements, his lean neck, his sharp jawline, his lips— "You likin' what you see?" he said suddenly, catching me off guard. Oh crap. Quick! Think of something witty to say! "Uh, I read somewhere that one cigarette on average shortens a person's life by seven to eight minutes,"

Including Ines and Miguel… He pulled out a cigarette but he then stopped upon realizing that he couldn’t smoke now. “Here,” Quinn handed him a bubble gum. He then realized that Quinn also smokes, but only when she’s stressed. Graham stopped her from it. “Are you stressed?” “Hmm,” He nodded as he took two and opened the foil as he started chewing. The mint flavor explodes in his mouth, mixed with sweetness. “Hannah seemed to know and advanced,” Brett said.

She folded her arms. Her words crushed my heart, but it was a truth I had accepted long ago. The poor never really find happiness. I brought my cigarette to my lips, about to light it, when Lucy snatched it out of my mouth and tossed it to the floor, then stepped on it with her expensive black heels. “That was the last one,” I complained. “Yes, I know,” she retorted. “Why do you care?” I questioned. “I hate the smell of smoke,” she responded.

Breathing a long sigh, he continued exasperatedly, "The child is mine, but I have no feelings for Sally at all. She wanted a child but didn't want marriage. So I helped her. After that, she went abroad. "I wouldn't even know that she returned with the baby if she didn't text me last week." That was when Sean smiled, putting a hand around my shoulder while caressing my belly, "Don't worry. You're the only one for me—we will have our marriage registered soon." My ears were left ringing while bile churned in my gut. Those sweet words used to be music to my ears, but it only left me sick now. Sean watched me as I quickly picked up a bucket to retch, and brought a box of candies, smiling, "Mornin

She was burned into my head like tattoo. “Derek, what’s the matter?” she asked. I turned away from her and didn’t reply. I lit a cigarette, a habit I was trying to get rid of. But in stressful times such as these, I found myself craving the nicotine. I took a puff of the cigarette and dragged it. The smoke filled my lungs, acrid and sharp. I tried to suppress my irritation. And even the cigarette didn’t help with that.

Ronald caught the pack and slipped it back into his pocket, his laugh serving as an acknowledgment. Jean was sensitive to smells. When she first took over the family business and was under a lot of stress, she developed a smoking habit. Saint Laurent cigarettes, known for their "cool taste, less smoky smell, and low tar content," were just right for her. After finishing the cigarette, Ronald pulled out the pack again. "Another one?"

I flicked in annoyance and switched her phone off as I looked out the moving scenery from the car’s window. Reaching the estate, I stepped out of the car. Rows of men awaited and they bowed upon my presence. I took out another stick of the cigarette with my custom made lighter I ordered during my stay in Shanghai a year ago, and burned the stick as I inhaled the cancer. I must quit smoking knowing it’s harmful for health but I can’t live myself without it when I already got dependent on it, especially with all the fucking trobles coming on me. “Get the girl” I signaled while breathing out the smoke as one of the guys near me standing in the line walked to the other side to get her and I walk