Double Happiness Cigarette Novels & Stories

Buzz buzz Sawyer's Virginia Slim cigarettes were casually resting on her glass patio table, and I helped myself to one. I liked the smell, and flavor...usually on Sawyer but I partake every once in a while. Lighting up, I glanced down at her cell and accidentally dropped it after reading for half a second. ....Wait. What the fuck!?

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.

Astra's Pov She craves a cigarette. Astra knew that smoking the real paper cigarettes besides the electronic ones was a better deal. She's become addicted to them, which kind of relieves her; it's a different feeling from the usual grief, revenge, or hatred from herself that she feels.

Oh, hell no. "You said you wanted to stay away from me" "I did but..." I rolled my eyes and pulled out a stick of cigarette from my cleavages. I had stuck it in there after taking it from a random guy at the party ground. Taking out a lighter, I lit it up and started smoking. After the panic session I had gotten myself into, I needed this to calm my fucking nerves. "Please don't..." Shane said and started coughing. "You shouldn't be smoking, it's not good for your health"

I know you don't like cigarettes. I suddenly blinked. "You quit smoking for me?" Elias was silent, and his silence was the best answer. I was shocked by that. Because almost since we met, I have never seen Elias smoke. "I heard that cigarettes can reduce stress. I don't mind if you smoke now." I say sincerely. Elias looked at me for a moment, then nodded; I could see the joy in his eyes. "Wait for me a minute," I said, reaching into my pocket and taking out a dented cigarette pack. I pulled out a cigarette, gave it to him, and lit it up.

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?"