Natasha Marley Smoking Novels & Stories

I don’t know how to explain why I’m out here, and then it’s too late to think of an excuse. Natasha strolls into the garage, her even gaze sweeping across the room, settling on the stool lying on its side. She looks at me in my nightgown and smirks. “Do you mind if I smoke, Charlene?” she asks. “No. But I’ll stand over here if you don’t mind.” She lights up, and the flash of her lighter illuminates her stunning face. She grabs the stool off the floor and sits down. “I heard a commotion. Not trying to run away again, are you?”

Brian just asked Natasha right away and he is really worried about her right now plus the fact that he is still mad at Alex because of what he has done earlier. “I’m okay guys so you don’t need to be worried anymore. I just feel so weak and when I closed my eyes when I am soaking on the hot spring, I don’t know that I already passed out because I am really feeling sick and weak until now just to be honest with you but I’m fine now, I am just a bit weak,” Natasha just answered to them with assurance with a low voice and she is looking so weak right now.

Nicki smiled devilshly and winked at Samira who stomped her feet on the ground with anger flashing on her face. Alexis walked up to Nicki after having a shoot as a band together. " Alex am really farmished can we go get something to eat?"Nicki said holding her stomach. "Nicki we can't walk any how cause we are celebrities and I can't sign autograph yet, my hands is still numb from the ones I signed last month"Alexis pouted and Nicki burst into laughter. " Alex stop lying it doesn't suit you okay, last month till now, seriously!!"she said amidst laughter.

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

After I finished the cup of grape juice, I looked at my cleaned plate without a piece of food left and took four cookies that were in front of me, catching their attention as planned. Although I was indeed putting the cookies on my plate because I'm still hungry and want to eat them. It's been ages since I ate one of those. Especially being made by Yoostaf, once he also cut ties with our family after Val and my parents died, just like Sir Leon. I just don't know where he went to. Either way, I took a bite and it was delicious! "You are going to get fat, if you eat like that, Natasha!" Mother pointed in a mean way as if waiting for me to get offended.

I sat down at the chair angrily and took a swig. "Trouble in paradise?" someone asked. I flinched when I looked up. It was Jayden. He had a cigarette between his lips and he was puffing out smoke. Speaking of which, how did I not notice the smoke? Jayden was leaning against the kitchen counter. "I didn't know you smoked," I said, ignoring his question. "You don't know a lot of things about me, Natalie," he said, then threw the cigarette away. "I don't mind. There was no need to throw it away," I told him. He narrowed his eyes at me.

It lifted the sheer purple curtains at the window, creating a chilly atmosphere. Sitting on the windowsill, Natash·Yael huddled up, legs pulled close to her body. Her black hair fell like a curtain, hiding her face. In the chilly air, she seemed frozen, like a statue, radiating a loneliness that couldn't help but evoke pity. There was a faint smell of smoke in the room. Natash·Yael smoked, a fact known to very few. The first time I saw her smoke, I was genuinely surprised. In my impression, women who smoked had a certain disreputable air, always carrying a strong worldly scent. Natash·Yael, however, was such a quiet and obedient woman.

Sammy comes into my room and hugs me. "Aunt Tara told me you've been stress smoking again. Watch it, Natalie. I bought you a pack of cigarettes, don't waste them all at once," Sammy says, handing them to me. "Thanks, Sammy," I say. I lie in my bed. I wait for everyone to leave. I get ready for the day. I shower and watch all the shows I'm not allowed to watch.

Marry was looking for food in her shop to give to Natasha. Mary found some meat sandwiches and fetched some mineral water. She then handed it to Natasha. "Thank you, Marry," said Natasha. Marry took a plastic chair and sat in front of Natasha. She looked at the girl, who looked blank. "What happened to you? You were pregnant and left like this. Did you have a fight with your husband?" asked Marry. Marry thought that Natasha was married because she was pregnant. "I don't have a husband, Marry," said Natasha.

"I won't ask questions. Let's just get straight to the point. What did you want to talk about?" Chloe reached into her jacket and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it without offering one and took a long slow drag, her eyes drifting somewhere past Natasha's shoulder like she was thinking about how to arrange words that didn't want to be arranged. Then she said, "After today, don't message me again." Natasha blinked. "What?" "And don't try to see me." "Chloe…" "Stop." She said it gently but it landed hard. "You don't know what you're dealing with here, Natasha. You really don't."