Peaky Blinders Smoke Novels & Stories

I noticed that Double D sounded odd. "I was smoking, alright? I was smoking weed" Cliffhanger! Whew! Thank you for sticking around.

I almost sounded like a pig. "Fine. A lot of things are bad for you Crystal. You're almost like a human sensitive." He rushed to the tree and extinguished the cigarette as he scraped it. "Isn't that also bad for you, Blade?" I look at him worriedly. "What do you mean? I take this every day." He came back next to me and caressed his thigh as if to eliminate the smell of cigarettes. "Well, that could affect your brain. What if that goes with the bullet of the gun that hasn't been removed yet? "

“This is all I need.” The thick white smoke that poured from Elder’s nostrils and lips had a thin line of red running through it, like a peppermint vapor. Both the boys coughed heavily as the smoke tried to climb up their noses. There was something else mixed with the marijuana. Jon had smelt pot enough times, mostly when it emerged from his sister’s room during her sexual romps, and this was an entirely different stench. “Do you know why we all gather here?” he asked. “Yeah, Goody Smith.”

“Am I now? I’m gonna jump over here if I am lying, man. Wanna bet?” Guilty, I broke my gaze from Pyke and searched for Kyland instead. When he saw me, I gestured that I needed a break. Kyland nodded his head in agreement. I left Pyke without a word and exited the narrow hallway to a small exit door leading to the rooftop. I remembered months ago when Megan told me that smoking was not good for my health. I inhaled the air and closed my eyes while fishing out the pack of cigarettes in my pocket. I lit a stick and inhaled the smoke deeply into my lungs to fasten the effect. I badly needed to calm my nerves.

His eyes were closed, and smoke escaped his lips, a lot blunt in his hands. “Lyla,” he breathed. “Hi,” I said, walking next to him. "I stared at the blunt a bit. “How does that taste?” “Like shit,” he replied. “You want to try?” I thought about it. “I don't think I should. Not with what's going on. I need a clear mind.” He peered down at me. “This helps me have a clear mind.” I shrugged. “I am still detoxing. Don't want to fuck that up.”

There's not much here that I can use on him, so I'm going to have to do a little fucking shopping tomorrow. "You fucked with the wrong one." I laugh, staring down at Tristan, my feet on either side of his head. And then I lift my right foot and hover it over his face, swaying a bit until I catch my fucking balance. While staying still, I take another drag off of the cigarette, sucking the paper down to the filter. I hold the cancerous smoke in my lungs until white dots flash in my eyes. I then blow it out slowly, enjoying the tingles and numbness coursing through my body, and the lightheadedness that follows.

Another reached into his jacket pocket and started rolling up small pieces of paper. Scarlet blinked, shocked to see that he was rolling up a joint. Pot. She couldn’t believe it. It was Richard, Blake’s best friend, also on the football team, short and stocky, with bright blonde hair. She’d always known that he was trouble, but didn’t suspect he’d be smoking pot, especially during a school day.

He replied with a smirk as he smoked. Piper rolled her eyes and waved her hand in front of her face as the smoke entered her nostrils. She made a face as she faked a gag, “God, how do you smoke that – it smells awful.” She wrinkled her nose and stepped away from Levi, who only chuckled.

I slide the thong to the side and stroke her clit, light twirling strokes that have her legs shaking in a matter of seconds. "Holy shit." Izzy's voice breaks us out of our daze as we slowly tear ourselves away from each other. She passes me the blunt and I grab it, inhaling the biggest hit I can to steady my nerves. That went a little farther than I had planned for. If Izzy hadn't spoken up I'd be between Starlights leg's right now. I hold in the smoke until my lungs burn, grateful for the silence. Starlight is still trembling, her blue eyes wide with red, swollen lips.

"And cigarettes. Dad's brand. Marlboro Gold." I watched her. She couldn't see me watching. That's what blind people do—they don't turn their heads toward sound. But her left ear tilted. Just slightly. *She was tracking me.* "Sit," she said. "I'll make tea. You look tired." "I'll do it." "No." Her cane blocked my path. Metal tip cold against my knee. "Guests don't work. You taught me that." Guests. Not sisters. Not twins. I sat.