Natasha Marley Smoking Novels & Stories

She stood up and spat in a hateful voice. Josh just raised his eyebrows before smirking at her. “Youuuu. How dare you”. Natasha was fuming in anger. She raised her hand to slap him but her hand was caught by Marshall. “Enough Natasha. Don't create a scene”. He said in barely restrained tone. “Ohh. Now you are going to favor him? Why? You have feelings for him or what?” She turned towards Marshall who was short of words for once. “I am sorry Josh and Connan. We will be taking our leave now”. He pulled up some bills and put it under the glass to leave but Natasha wasn't in a mood to leave the issue. She started screaming at them like a mad woman…

“Just try to puke me here. I'll totally crush you. - Excuse me, please. I now... It will pass now. Can I just take a sip of whiskey. I beg you, just a sip at least. Me for the mood. - Yes, drink, it's a pity, or something. She brought it herself. Whiskar credited by the way. Will you bring more then? - Yes, I'll bring you a tank here. I am everything you want for you. I'll have a drink and I'll do everything right now. I will do whatever you say. How lucky I am to have you, Natalya Andreevna. I have never met such kind people. Do you have cigarettes? Maybe I'll smoke later. I quit a long time ago. But now I will definitely smoke. - Are you going to drink or not? Got it already, to be honest.

I went straight to the drawer, picked up a cigarette and a lighter, and stepped out onto the balcony, overlooking the city of Miami. After a few minutes, I felt warm hands wrapped around me from behind. Natasha. I didn’t turn. I slowly closed my eyes, took one last drag, and flicked the cigarette under my heel. Neither of us said a word for a long moment. “She’s dying, Natasha.” I said finally. “She really is. I thought if I didn't talk about it… if I acted like it was nothing, if I stayed strong, Patricia wouldn’t have to worry. And maybe it wouldn't hurt as much. But I lied.”

Should I hide? "HAYDEN!" Natasha is screaming at the top of her lungs, sounding like she might die. She places her hands on the top of her head, pouts with her quivering lips, and faces me with big crocodile tears running down her chin. "MY RUM! OH-MY-GOD! WE LEFT IT ON THE ISLAND! WE HAVE TO TURN AROUND!" I roll my eyes, allowing myself to smile around the human. I give up. Natasha is crazy, but I have to admit things might turn interesting with her around the hotel.

Natasha said as nicely as she could as not to make the bunch of mental cases decide to kill her. The problem was that if these people could get this far in whatever scheme they had planned out, she wasn’t sure they would listen to any reasoning but she had to try. Seth got up and reached for something in his front pocket. It was everything from a gun to the worlds smallest torture devise as Natasha tried to prepare for the worst. The dreadful item turned out to be a pack of smokes and a lighter. Seth looked to the

Saying this, Mary started walking towards Natasha's room. Natasha entered the room and sat on the bed. She started crying when Mary entered the room. Seeing Natasha crying, Mary quickly went to her and asked, "Why are you crying, silly girl? I am still alive, aren’t I? I will never let Natalie take your things. Just be patient and see what I am doing. I don't like to see tears in your eyes. I like your smiling face. You will not cry. The person who will cry will be that bastard Natalie." Natasha hugged her Mother and burst into tears.

Two days later “You smoke?”. Raine’s surprised voice pulled Tamara from her reverie. Tamara jumped and the cigarette dropped from her between her fingers to the floor as she stared at Raine in surprise. “Well?”. He probed and closed the door behind him. “Where is Natasha?”. She breathed as she quickly opened the top drawer and took out a mint gum. She tore open the wrapper and threw it in her mouth. “I told her not to announce my presence.” He said.

“Good. Just wait for him to come. And if it’s a really serious matter and you need to blow off some steam after y’all talk. Then we go out and have some fun.” Natasha chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t think I want to have fun. I am not the fun type.” “That’s a big lie! You are the fun type. Don’t worry, I’d be here anytime you want to go out and drink yourself out.” “Fine. Anything you say. Let’s see how it goes.” “One more thing, Natasha. You don’t seem to have any male friends that may be into guys? I need to get that asshole off my mind as soon as possible.”

Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly. Pale blue smoke rose. It blurred her calm, beautiful face. She smoked slowly and stared at the indecent photos on the desk. Her thoughts drifted far back into the past. She was twenty-eight at the time. She was already Monhattan’s most sought-after mergers and acquisitions lawyer. A Vitale family port acquisition triggered a federal investigation. The first time Matteo sat across from her in her office, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were razor-sharp.

He barely said anything, he may not have even been listening. They stopped by the soccer field. Marlon leaned on the wall by the bleacher and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Hazel was lost for words when he lit it up without a care in the world. She sighed deeply, "You can't smoke here, you know? It's a school ... I'm pretty sure that's obvious." And for the first time, he smiled, mockingly, with the cigarette between his perfect white teeth, "So sue me." That's when Hazel noticed that his eyes were glassy, he was stoned.