Euphoria Ashtray Novels & Stories

" Damien leaned in as my heart raced, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. Our eyes locked and my stomach twisted into knots, not the sad, frustrated, or panicky type. "I am the stronger man. I will help you stay away from that beast, But!" he retracted his hand and adjusted his cuffs, "You need to help me too." I sat up. What could a wealthy man like him need? "What is it?" I dared to ask. "Euphoria." I simply said and I frowned. The Euphoria Project was infamous. Over the years, many designers picked it up but they failed to capture investors with it. It was managed by one of the biggest companies in Miami. They had been struggling to fix the project to avoid possible bankruptcy.

Young-Jae's hands furiously worked on the keyboard of his laptop, a cigarette clasped between his teeth, and his brows furrowed together into a frown. He was ordering a few accessories for himself, more specifically for his next Livestream. He pulled the cigarette out to blow the smoke out of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair putting it off on the ashtray kept by his side.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

“You really went all out!” “Only the best for our collaboration,” I said, gesturing toward a polished table filled with our creations. “Take a look at these.” She approached the table, her expression shifting to one of wonder as she examined the sleek bottles. “Wow! This one looks amazing,” she said, picking up a silver bottle with intricate engravings. “What do you call it?” “‘Euphoria,’” I replied, my heart racing a little. “It’s designed to lift your mood based on the time of day. Care to test it?”

Steffy automatically kicked the side of his leg when she heard that, making him groan in pain. "What's that for? Jeez," moaned the young man. Steffy took a few steps and sat at her usual spot. Taking an expensive cigarette, she lighted it up and casually put it between her lips. "Do you smoke?" she asked him. "You bet!" She tossed the pack along with a golden lighter. Yolo expertly caught them both. "Woah. These are expensive!" In his hand was a pack of Ashton VSG Corona Gorda, one of the most in-demand luxury cigars on the market.

The customer before me smirked, making my stomach turn. “No. I don’t.” I turned away coldly, holding the tray to my chest. “What’s your name first?” He held my wrist back. The forced gentleness in his tone made me cringe. I eyed him straight. I knew he wouldn’t let me go if I didn't give him my name. So I heaved a deep sigh and spoke. “Euphoria.” “Euphoria?” Rose, one of the strippers gaped as soon as I uttered my name.

But all he could see, was the future. And this time, he wouldn’t miss any of it. The scent of vanilla, espresso, and just a hint of dark cocoa filled the car as Asher took the delicate dessert box from the café’s attendant and slid back into the SUV beside Eira. “Tiramisu acquired,” he announced, holding it like a fragile artifact. Eira clapped excitedly, her pink sunglasses now pushed up onto her head like a crown. “Mommy’s gonna be so happy!” Asher smiled, unable to hide how her joy made him feel lighter than he had in years. “She’ll love it. Especially coming from you.”