Natasha Marley Smoking Novels & Stories

She looked disturbed by Irina and her cigarette. "Hey...I'm Irina, Alek's daughter." She said, one arm folded over her chest while she held the cigarette in the other, staring at me with an interest that looked deadly. She took a puff of the cigarette and instead of turning her face to let the smoke out, she exhaled it right on my face. I didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't react. "Hey, hey, what do you think you are doing, huh?" Natasha stepped forward, her jaw tightened.

I whisper into the sky as I drift off to sleep. *** Droplets of fire fall from the sky. Liquid embers pool, puddles and streams on the ground. Soot, ash and smoke are all around me. I’m terrified as I search for him. In the distance, I can see the massive silhouette of his wolf. There he is. My mate. He will reach me. Fire continues to rain down, and suddenly, his sapphire eyes and coal black coat are all I can see. “Unega! Unega!” He’s shoutin’ through the mind-link, but I’m so confused and disoriented from the smoke.

“I can… I am sorry. I don’t want to see you anymore, Natasha. I, Ali Stevens, reject Natasha Harkins as my mate.” And the line went dead.

Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

"What about Nikola? He okay?" "He's had worse. He's okay, a dumb knife play won't take that bastard down." Marcelo grumbled, snagging a bottle of vodka off the table and taking a long swig directly from the bottle. "I hate this shit." Marcelo scoffed, lowering the bottle. "Right," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. My chest ached from inhaling the toxic smoke of cigarettes into my lungs, despite my last medical record explicitly advising against smoking. But fuck, I had a lot of shit to worry about other than my fucking health.

Biting down her resentment, Natalie forced a calm smile and drifted toward the others, chatting lightly as if nothing had happened. But her fists were clenched at her sides. Across the room, Ullysis waved over a waiter. "Bring me a pack of cigarettes," he ordered. His voice was low, impatient. A moment later, he stood, frowning as he grabbed the pack. "I’m going out for a smoke," he muttered, irritation lacing every word. Before anyone could speak, he was gone. Natalie watched him leave, frowning deeply. When did he start smoking? He never used to be that kind of person.

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

Ben said. "Like you weren't there when Adrian was dealing with him in the past," Madison said and hissed. The boys laughed apart from Amos who was still drinking his whiskey. He took a stick of cigarette and began to smoke. "Not in my house!" Madison cried, walking towards him. She took the cigarette from him and walked out. "I thought we've all decided to quit smoking," Jason said to him. "Not when that jezebel Natasha surfaced in his life," Ben defended. "Are we all blaming Natasha now?" Derrick asked, standing up in the midst of the boys.

Natalie took out a cigarette and lit it, showing familiar ease with how easily she did it. Watching her smoke, Cedric frowned, and the annoyance in his eyes grew stronger. In the past, Natalie was a demure lady. Forget about smoking. Even a sip of red wine would feel like an assault on her senses! But now, she probably wouldn't flinch at any alcohol. Especially seeing her smoke like this, it was obvious that she did it on a regular basis.

They looked stunned to see us. “Gentlemen, this area is not for guests,” one of the staff said. “We want to smoke.” I pulled out a cigarette pack. “Can we smoke out back?” “Well, actually… no. Mrs. Katerina has a smoking room. I can take you there.” Nathaniel shook his head. “My dad would hang me if he caught me smoking. I’m still in school.” I almost choked trying not to laugh. Only Nathaniel would use that excuse.