Peaky Blinders Smoke Novels & Stories

“That makes sense. Alright, my lady, it’s going to be loud, but you’re not alone. I’ll be staying at your side.” I smile and nod my head. “You and Arius. I have a feeling if I said it’s too much, you would get me out of there.” Jasper chuckles. “I’ve known more than one blind wolf in my day. From what I know, the other much more heightened senses can be severely overwhelming. Just touch my arm if you need an out and I’ll take you somewhere more peaceful to enjoy your meal.” I feel myself beginning to relax more with Jasper, he makes it easy. I know he isn’t lying to me and I sense I can trust him.

His eyes stayed glassy and detached. “Let’s talk about the main deal,” I took a deep breath now, calling his attention back to the highlight of tonight — the real reason we were here. My head still spun from the whiskey, making the lights blur a little. “Relax—” he muttered out as He lit up his smoke. The cigarette burned with a soft crackle. The smoke curled up and stung my eyes, making them water. The bitter tobacco smell mixed with the whiskey. I arched my brow hard and narrowed my gaze at him. That was definitely not what I wanted to hear. Definitely not what he should be telling me right now.

That’s when the smoke came. The canisters rolled across the road, hissing, expelling a thick white curtain that swallowed everything — the cars, the trees, the road. Visibility dropped to zero. We could no longer see where to shoot. “Shit,” I whispered. “Shit, shit, shit.” “Rapha!” Anya screamed. “They’re coming!” The footsteps. Many footsteps. Advancing through the smoke. I fought. Killed one more. Maybe two. I didn’t know. The smoke burned my eyes, my throat, my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think.

he shouted desperately. “Yes, I’m safe,” Wynter replied, her voice trembling. The phone, now lying on the ground after falling from Sean’s grip, still carried her voice to him. Shadrach wanted to ask who had saved her but had no time. The call was abruptly disconnected, leaving him with only questions. Smith and Steve exchanged a look. Steve muttered under his breath, “If our cover’s blown, we might as well take him out.” With that, the group aimed their rifles at Shadrach, prepared to fire. But before they could pull the trigger, thick smoke began to billow in from every corner, obscuring their vision.

Secrets have a way of coming to light, especially when someone like me is determined to uncover them. "You're bluffing," she snapped, though her voice shook. "Am I?" Tony chuckled darkly. "Let's just say I have a few surprises in store for you. Enjoy your perfect little life while it lasts." The line went dead, leaving Violet clutching the phone, her hands shaking. A Storm Brewing

I bring the joint to my lips and suck in the smoke, holding it for all of two seconds before I sputter on a cough. “Fuckin’ lightweight,” Chase chuckles as he blows out his own smoke, plucking the joint from my fingers and taking another drag. I shoot him a glare as I continue coughing, lifting the champagne bottle from between my knees and taking a sip to alleviate the burning in my throat. As I lower the bottle, Chase snatches it away from me to take another swig, trading me for the joint. “What about Beta Rob, is he gonna be pissed that we’re smoking in here?” I ask, looking down at the joint between my fingers as I bring it to my lips. I inhale and somehow manage not to cough up a lung t

She reached into her pocket before pulling out a bright pink lighter and handing it over to him. "Why thank you dear." He joked "Ew." She fake cringed before we all broke out in laughter John lit up the blunt swirling it in the air a bit to prevent it from canoeing. He took two hits before passing it to Blair who followed suit before passing it along to me. I inhaled deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the night sky. I repeated the action once more feeling a calm wash over me before I passed it on to Mack. "You two are intriguing, I can tell you're in love and that you're chill but you're so secretive in some way." John said, his eyes closed and his head casually leaned back

When my eyelids finally flutter open, they land on a beaming Amara as she exclaims, “Yuuup, this is a girl who can smoke!” I can't help but giggle sheepishly as she takes the blunt from my hand. She takes a quick hit before passing it to Nana. Seconds later, the second wave hits me, harder than the first. Yeaaaaahhhhh this is the good stuff, right here. Everything becomes fuzzy, and I know it's not just me. I feel like I'm moving in slow motion as I turn to Amara, who looks almost as relaxed as Sophia and Christana. Nana, on the other hand, is grinning from ear to ear.

My staggery hands reached out to take it, I guided it in its clumsiness to my lips, and then I took a drag. I feel so buzzed I can barely think before my mouth betrays me. “We’ll have to make use of it while it’s here, won’t we?” I say, tapping the base of the blunt before exhaling through a grin. Smoke curls from my lips and vanishes into the cold. It’s almost burned out now. Thirty minutes, maybe more. My hazed brain isn’t great with math right now, but I know we’ve stretched every drag to its limit. I flick the roach and drop it into the small pouch we keep to flush later—evidence can’t exist here. The ember dies with a faint hiss.

she said, surprised. “About the only trade that this dump does is hook ups and hookers,” he replied before sucking down another lungful of smoke. He held it, fighting the instinct to release, before breathing out slowly and coughing. “Losers and the lost, all of us. Have a cone whilst I reload and we’ll f-k, too.” She stood and sat on the other seat. He slid the bong over to her. She remembered Guy holding the lighter to the lumpy mass of green and did the same, breathing in and holding her breath as Toby had done, before blowing it out in a slow stream.