Goku Smoking Novels & Stories

“ I thought you were just another spoiled brat. A goody two shoes who reads too much and barely speaks. Guess I was mostly right, except for the last part.” “You do talk,” he mutters. “ I talk,” I snap. “ Just not to you.” “Fairs.” Kai steps from behind me and starts to walk away. For a second, I think he's leaving just like that, but he stops and leans against a wall. He pulls out a cigarette, slips it between his fingers and lights it in with a lazy flick. I watch as he brings the cigarette to his lips, inhales and lets the smoke slip out. His blue eyes bore into mine through the haze. “ Do you smoke?” He asks.

Derek, at least, still had some hope left in him, unlike Vinson and Gaara, who were incorrigible troublemakers by nature. Gaara exhaled, feeling the bitter taste in his mouth. He needed a cigarette badly. He had not had a single puff since morning, and this surprise quiz only worsened his mood. He reopened the food packet he had tucked under the desk and grabbed another spring roll, hoping it could serve as a temporary substitute for nicotine.

“I do not want to overwhelm you, Miss Castor. I don’t want you running away like my last assistant.” Mr Warner said, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. He held a drink with his right hand while his left had a cigarette that was yet to be lit. I never took the man as someone that would indulge in something as dangerous as smoking.

"I don’t like the smell of smoke on my hands." "Yeah… we were actually heading out for a smoke after proving Ruby wrong," Keely chimed in. Dane’s eyes flicked between us, unimpressed. "So… you smoke now?" "Yep," Keely nodded, looking completely unbothered. "Experienced smokers." "You too, Ruby?" Dane asked, turning to me. I forced a small, guilty smile. "Yeah… occasionally, though." "Hmm," Dane muttered, clearly surprised. "That’s… new."

she said, surprised. “About the only trade that this dump does is hook ups and hookers,” he replied before sucking down another lungful of smoke. He held it, fighting the instinct to release, before breathing out slowly and coughing. “Losers and the lost, all of us. Have a cone whilst I reload and we’ll f-k, too.” She stood and sat on the other seat. He slid the bong over to her. She remembered Guy holding the lighter to the lumpy mass of green and did the same, breathing in and holding her breath as Toby had done, before blowing it out in a slow stream.

A soft smile was on his face that quickly disappeared. It was different from the evil smirks or mischievous grins he had most of the time. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle. I was starting to see what those girls saw in him. "You know shooting stars are meteors, right?" There was a bit of smugness in his voice. I took the last bit of my shawarma, chewing it lightly. "Science ruins everything fun." I sneered. Mikhail pulled out the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. The scent of burnt tobacco and several chemicals, which were unhealthy, lingered. The edges crack lightly as it burns.

I growled angrily and he nodded. "Of course Bastian, I wouldn't pressure anyone to partake in the smoking of the horrible ganja," he replied and I chuckled and called him a bold faced liar. I said to go ahead and play some music as long as everyone else was alright with it. I headed to the mini fridge and handed out sodas and a few cold beers for us adults. I overheard Rai asking Jackson and Hoka if they'd smoked any, of course they both denied it but I could see their glassy eyes. I headed towards them and looked them both in their eyes.

"But that's not even the most shocking part. Ava, he was smoking." I blinked, confused. "He was smoking? Like real smoke?”

I turn my attention back to Takashi, ready to continue our fight. And instead of seeing him ready for battle, the bitch is running! “YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!” I shouted at his retreating backside. I moved to rush after him, but one of his thugs dropped a smoke bomb to cover their escape. I felt someone tug at my arm and was about to take a swing when I heard Hibiki’s voice.

I grab my small duffle and backpack and head outside. When I get downstairs, I see Kane leaning against his very pretty black Porsche with a cigarette in his mouth and I get the urge to pull it out of his mouth and either take a drag or kiss him. I snap myself out of it and look at the ground. Neither of those are viable options. I used to smoke a little because I heard that cigarettes are appetite suppressants. Part of my recovery involved ditching cigarettes. And, obviously, Kane, in general, is completely off-limits.