Goku Smoking Novels & Stories

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

“It’s obvious that we’re not doing as well as you are. All of us went to prison together back then, but your career is currently skyrocketing like a space shuttle.” He took out one and handed it to Hector. Hector did not take the cigarette from him. “I’ve quit smoking.” The man inserted the cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit it, and took a puff. “Even Maverick can’t satisfy you now?” “I’ve quit smoking, for real. It’s not that I don’t like it.” Hector lowered his gaze, smiled, lowered his head, and took a glimpse at his watch. “It’s getting late already. Thank you for sending me back.”

Chapter-67 RUBY I entered our bedroom only to find Vexon leaning on the railing of the balcony. I opened the glass door and walked out. I was confused to see clouds of smoke around him. When I went to stand beside him, shock struck my face. A cigarette was pressed between his lips. He was smoking casually as if this was now as normal as breathing or drinking water. Never had I ever thought he would smoke. Yes, he participated in major federal crimes and activities, but he never smoked or drank alcohol. He was always sober, claiming that to run this type of business one must always have a clear head.

’ Xing Beiyan thought to himself. “You won’t?” Gu Xi looked up at him and questioned. She was stunned once she noticed his awkward expression. Did this fellow think that she was angry because she caught him smoking? My gosh! “You’ll stop smoking?” Gu Xi almost laughed at the thought of this. “Yes,” Xing Beiyan said with a solemn nod of his head. Not being able to resist it anymore, she burst out laughing. “You’ve promised me now, so no backing out.” “Of course, when have I ever gone back on my word? Hmm?” Xing Beiyan stared at Gu Xi with a serious glint in his eyes.

He was watching me with intense focus as I kept contemplating. Oh hell! I can’t believe I will be doing this rubbish!! Fuck!!! I placed the stick in between my lips, dragging in smoke.

I couldn't see Ryu but I could see the person he was talking to. The guy had dark brown hair. An eyebrow and lip piercing with tattoos lined up his exposed arms. He was sitting on Ryu's bed, smoking a stick of cigarette. My nose scrunched in distaste. The guy looked like a gangster. "Could you pass me my phone? It's on the nightstand" Ryu said and the guy leaned over to take the phone. He purposely pressed a button and his eyes widened.

He was a master manipulator. Roccio’s face was now blank. His jaw tightened, and his gaze locked onto JD—his usually bright blue eyes now darker, colder. JD knew this was the moment. Finally, a serious conversation with Roccio. It didn’t happen often. He sighed deeply, then sat back down beside Gigi. Roccio was sitting directly across from them. The gangster pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it. Smoke swirled around him as he exhaled slowly. Just like JD, he seemed to rely on smoking to stay sane.

In the distance, I could hear the noise from the paparazzi. “You smoke?” He asked, voice gruff. I finally managed to light the stick, even as my hands trembled badly. “It's a bad habit I'm trying to kick.” I grumble, “I only backslide when I'm especially stressed.” “Hmm,” he hummed. “It's very unlike you.” I frowned bitterly, turning my gaze away. “I'm full of surprises.” Kao said nothing, he just stood there, staring, until I tossed the cigarette with a frustrated growl, crushing the butt under my heel.

Ivan I blinked slowly, fixing my eyes on the figure sprawled on the sofa. Cristiano. He had a cigarette in between his lips, a scowl stretched across his face as he played with a gun. I narrowed my eyes, studying his expression. I glanced at the ashtray on the table, eyes widening at the number of cigarette butt on it. I know he smoke, but didn’t know when he turned to heavy smoker. Only god knows how long he has been smoking.