Luffy Smoker Novels & Stories

LARA VIA "Why are you here? And why do you keep startling me?" He didn't answer and just continued to glare at me. I noticed he was playing with a cigarette stick. I thought he doesn't smoke? So why is he holding a cigarette stick now? I don't like the smell of it. "You smoke?"

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.

Making a smile spread across his lips taking one as Koishi puts it back inside the pocket throwing the lighter towards him. “I thought you were going to quit smoking?” Hiroto asked, raising his bow in response, lighting up his own. “Well, I thought that too '' chuckling in response, taking a puff in letting the smoke out of his mouth. “So I was going to ask-” “I already said no about it,” Koishi said blankly staring ahead of him making Hiroto’s “But-ah” Hiroto paused looking towards Koishi with concern all over his face with the sudden change of attitude of his.

snapped the guy while pulling out Ily's tiny hand pulling the collar of his shirt until the guy had trouble breathing because of suffocation. Ily growls at the response the guy gives, "Get out stupid guy! Otherwise you will die burning!" joked Ily increasingly panicked. Ily's facial expression today is very different from the guy who is standing relaxed while staring at Ily from the bottom to the end of the hair with a stare... Disgust? "Burn your ass off! Look at me again smoking, bego!" replied the guy made Ily's legs step back because the guy thrust his cigarette putung still burning in front of his face.

They hurried to the side, hands shaking as they struck a light and brought flame to tobacco. As soon as the smoke filled their lungs, both men exhaled long streams of white vapor. Bliss softened their faces, and their expressions turned loose and drifting. They could endure hunger, but life without cigarettes would have driven them mad. Cyrus' smile deepened. "My conditions are on the table. Do you accept them or not?" Lyla pressed her legs together. Her attention fixed on the damp warmth soaking her underwear. Cold and shame sent a shiver through her, but she refused to let it show.

Sam grinned. He took another drag of his cigarette, smoke billowing high. He moistened his blackened lips with the thick liquid available next to him, skipping the glass and going straight from the dark bottle that contained several types. "Giving up, huh, sweetheart?" "You bastard!" The man laughed loudly. "Your sweet foul mouth is so clever." He stood up. He casually tossed away the remaining cigarette. The room was stuffy, and the lighting was dim, but he could clearly see how beautiful the girl in front of him was.

Everyone was confused because they had never seen Oriaga smoke, the man turned his body to look at anyone, there were only three men beside him, namely Zayn, Dean, and Freddie. "You three don't have cigarettes, huh?" "Sorry, sir. I haven't bought them back yet," Dean said, while Zayn was silent. "I have them, sir. But, do you like this brand of cigarettes?" Freddie took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, he gave it to Oriaga. "No problem, I just want to consume them." He took a drag from the cigarette, handed the rest back to Freddie, and replaced the lighter. By now anyone could see that Oriaga was very proficient with the nicotine-filled object.

I argued, “I’m not the right fit for Lorenzo. I have a child, and I’m not abandoning him for any reason on earth.” “No one is asking you to abandon Angelo,” Marco reassured, stirring his coffee without looking into my eyes. “Yeah,” Louisiana said softly. “Lorenzo liked you so much, and I believe he’ll like your son.” A cloud of smoke spread around Luca as he exhaled the nicotine from his cigarette, leaning back in his chair, staring at me coldly. I was surprised to see him smoking in the morning. The way he smoked with a stern face reminded me of how he killed—coldly and without remorse.

“Y-Yes boss.” Mario got off his hand, he rolled his eyes and smoked a cigarette for the second time. _________

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."