Peaky Blinders Smoke Novels & Stories

I asked him seriously and he frowned looking at me as I handed him the blunt I had made. "We ain't talking about that right now," he replied smiling taking the blunt from me lighting up. "You need to stop smoking," I told him as I removed my pistol from my waist placing it beside me, hating the way it was sticking me in the stomach because of how I was currently sitting. "How you gonna tell me that after rolling me a perfect blunt?" he asked amused as I grabbed my cup off the floor taking a sip. "What was Taj saying earlier?" I asked him not being able to get rid of the heavy feeling in my spirit.

So, she asked. Producing a pack of cigarettes, Draven lit a stick and placed it between his lips. "Cocaine." He answered blandly, leaving Belinda to deal with her surprise alone. Taking a draw from his cigar, he puffed out the smoke. "What is it you needed to talk about?"

“What you know. Time is irrelevant here. For you a day for me a year, I thought you had forgotten me. What do you think? Not too shabby if I may say so myself.” “Nice, I’ve been getting impressed lately, but could you please not smoke? What about lung cancer?” Blake commented, taking a seat next to Gerald. “Hehe, what you know, this is spirit vaper, not tobacco. Where could I get it anyway? It’s not like I’m back on earth.” Gerald said, rolling his eyes. “Why don’t you try it? It’ll help with your cultivation.” Suddenly there was a pipe in Blake’s hand, and he went to puff on it. The surge of spirit Qi entered his body.

Two men in ski masks knelt there with AK-47's in their hands, pointing right at me and Smokey. "Fuck!" I shouted as I laid on the brakes. It was too hard, though. Aaron slammed into me from behind as our bikes and bodies crashed together. Metal on metal screeched all around us as pain seared through my body. When I finally came to a stop, I could taste the blood in my mouth as my right eye went blind from the blood dripping into it. The sounds of gunfire erupted as I whipped my head toward the sounds, blinking several times so I could see. Smokey wiped out on his bike, too, flipping end for end.

That was the permanent scarring I received from the fire I was caught in three years ago. The police captain was an older man named Walter Jenkins. He was momentarily stunned, but then he furrowed his brow and snapped impatiently, "Stop trying to scare people with that act! Whether you're truly blind or not can easily be proven with a visit to the hospital!" The woman who had accused me of peeping on her, Rebecca Zangler, briefly stopped her crying before shrieking at the top of her lungs, "He's lying! He's just trying to weasel his way out of this! How could he possibly be blind? He's at the window every night, peeping on me! Those eyes… Those eyes…"

The woman said and Blakeley breathed out heavily. ******* “Mum.” Blakeley suddenly heard a voice and it snapped her out of her thoughts. She saw Bryan standing in front of her. “Are you okay?” He asked and she nodded and slowly sat up properly in her chair. “You smoke?” He asked and she noticed she was still holding the cigarette. “Shit.” She muttered and hurriedly turned it off and hid the pack and the lighter. “It's fine. I won't tell Bryar.” He said and Blakeley sighed.

NOAH ❁✿❀ The smoke curled thick and lazy from the joint between my fingers, filling my living room with that heavy, skunky haze that always made everything feel a little slower, and a little less sharp. Lex had brought the good shit—some sativa-leaning strain he swore was “clean as fuck, and just vibes”—and right now the vibes were the only thing keeping me from putting my fist through the goddamn wall. I took another long drag, held it until my lungs burned, then exhaled slowly through my nose.

The metallic object burst open, and instantly the disgusting cloud of smoke filled the air, covering everything instantly, and the huge spa instantly became noisy. The room became foggy as I scanned with my eyes, the thick smoke blinding my vision because for a moment, it felt like I got knocked out of breath the moment the smell hit me. And when I had regained it, I couldn't find Tommy beside me. It was fucking blurry to see, and I couldn't even find my brother Max. "Max... Tommyyy..." I screamed into the air, ignoring the noise as I tried to cover my nose and stop the smoke from crawling into my system, but all my efforts proved futile, and more scarily—

I recoiled but kept a smile plastered on my face as I set down their drinks. "Hey sexy," he leered at me and took a long drag on the joint, his eyes half-closed in a daze. "You got a free blowjob for an old horny man." Smoke swirled around his head, and the smell of marijuana filled the air. He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and passed the joint to his friend. I forced down my disgust and smiled instead, trying to keep my composure. "I'd have considered you. Unfortunately, I don't serve needle dicks."

It didn't take him long to arrive at the smoking area that was completely empty, much to his relief since he wanted to be alone for a while. The wide area built with a combination of wood and glass gives a sense of relaxing, natural earthy feel, set outside in a direction where the wind frequently blows so it makes the people occupying feel quite refreshing even though it reeks of sweat and tobacco. Adler closed the glass door when he entered to lessen the noise of the busy road. He immediately set his butt down on the nearest bench, sitting on de cuatro and resting his back on the wooden wall. Sighing, he fished out his pack of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, pressing the former on