Kiryu Smoking Novels & Stories

Glass shattered. Yuri sent a wave of fire across the room. Kira dodged effortlessly, boots skidding across tile. Devin coughed. “Fast little bastard.” Kira didn’t speak. He lunged, aiming for Yuri this time. She ducked, kicking upward, catching him in the ribs. He grunted but didn’t fall. Instead, he threw three small silver needles, coated in poison. Yuri blocked two. One grazed her arm. She winced. Devin roared and grabbed Kira, slamming him into the wall. “Who sent you?!”

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.

he directed. Siren complied, but immediately coughed hard as the smoke hit her throat. Her eyes watered, and she quickly waved her hand to disperse the smoke. "Oh my god, this is disgusting!" she exclaimed, still coughing. James burst out laughing at Siren’s reaction. "I told you, right? Cigarettes aren’t for you, spoiled girl," he said, taking the cigarette from Siren's hand before she could try again. "Better stick to being the sweet and healthy Sweety."

she confirmed. Koumori-shishou just kept smiling like a Cheshire cat. “How do you do it?” Aki pressed. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he answered, “is what I always told my student Temujin.” He took out his long and slender kiseru pipe, rolled some finely shredded tobacco into a ball and placed it on the tiny bowl at the tip. Delicately, with a small flame on his pinky, he lit the tobacco evenly all around. Aki and Sasha were amazed by the precision of his movements in the dim light but especially by the fact that he could control fire like a natural-born Vulcanus Slayer.

I stare at the screen, a smile sneaking up on me without permission. Kira clears her throat loudly. I look up and find her watching me with a knowing smirk, her arms folded over her chest. "What?" I ask, still smiling. "That smile," she says. "That exact one. Kaziel is the only one capable of bringing it to life." I scoff. "That's not true." She raises a brow. "You're literally glowing." "I am not glowing." "You are wearing his shirt, smiling at your phone, and you just sighed like you're in a romance movie."

Sharon got scared seeing how he has been licking his mouth. "Don't you dare touch me." She said, trying to stay awake. "Untie her, and strip her clothes off." He ordered. Before they could touch her, they heard chaos outside. Smoke dropped the condom in his pocket, and turned to the exit. "I want to see your Boss, quickly go get him for me, get me your Boss." Kira yelled. "No need, I'm here Kira, what do you want today? I thought I told you not to return without my consent?" Smoke asked, scanning her features.

This is bad! Seik: Don't worry. Trust in her. Will you. - The moment he said that, I looked at her and even if it was just a moment I saw it. She was smiling. VOOOM!!!! BOOOM! All the ten swords came crashing down and created a dust of smoke that blocked our vision of Kiri. I was worried but that smile she gave made me assured. The smoke thins out and soon we were able to get a clear sight. Kiri- really didn't move an inch and all the tenswords are at her feet. All of them missed their target.

I leaned in for the light. “I’m sorry, but I’m not as charitable as you.” I snorted. “Noted. I didn’t know you smoked.” “I don’t. Well, at least, not usually. I’ll have one every once in a while, when I’m thinking of him.” “Was Rory a smoker?” Kierra chuckled and ashed her cigarette. “He smoked like a chimney. If this job didn’t claim him, then the cigarettes would.” “You never know. Some people lived to be well in their nineties and smoked two packs a day.”

He rose, cracked his neck, then grabbed his pants and lit a cigarette without putting them back on. That was all I needed to see to know that Kyrie was on the verge of losing his goddamn sanity over something. He was bleeding inside. Kyrie didn't smoke often. He could get stabbed, shot, nearly fucking killed, and still, he wouldn't light one up. He only did when he was drowning in something that was too heavy for him to talk about. And now I was dying to know what it was. Because the last time I saw Kyrie like this? It was because of a girl he wanted but couldn't get...