Peaky Blinders Smoke Novels & Stories

"Here we are—I can get you started with Blackwood's *Ritual Smoke Practices of the Late Period* and Mahmoud's translation of the *Papyrus of the Serpent's Breath*. Fair warning though, some of the source material suggests these weren't just symbolic rituals." "What do you mean?" The librarian leaned forward conspiratorially. "The ancient accounts describe practitioners actually experiencing prophetic visions through the smoke. Modern scholars dismiss it as religious theater, but the documentation is remarkably consistent across all versions of research they say that the smoke cobra can appear to people at a cross road in their lives should them possible futures but its up to the receiver to

“Oh, and here are some pictures from our bed. Look at them. They might help you understand the case.” The photos showed a man and a woman entwined. The man’s handsome face shone with decadent desire. It was Matteo. Sophia left. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Each tap seemed to strike Alicia’s fraying nerves. The office was empty except for her. After a long while, Alicia opened a drawer. She pulled out a box of slim cigarettes she had not touched in a long time. She took one out and lit it. Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly.

“Did you smoke?” He smelled of cigarettes. Blair hugged Mable back and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in greedily. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist and smoked one cigarette.” “Blair, did something happen to make you unhappy?” Mable knew he only wanted to smoke when he was very annoyed. Blair’s arms tightened, and he said hoarsely, “Mabes…”

Maya let out a loud annoyed sigh, sparing a glare my way. "Of course you come to ruin my fun." She grumble while bringing the blunt to her lips. Rico was a stoner who liked to mix a bit of wolfsbane in the weed to get the kind of high the humans achieved, so I was sure it was from him she got that blunt since she never smoked before. But as I watch her take in a long drag of the smoke into her lungs, I wonder if perhaps I am wrong. Maybe she was always a smoker and I never noticed because I never payed attention to her.

“It’s like smoking cigarette. Have you tried that before?” “Yes.” He took the blunt from her. He didn’t care for smoking cigarettes. Useless habit that could kill you in the future. He wondered if marijuana was like tobacco in that sense. “Go ahead. It won’t bite.” He shrugged slightly and placed his lips on the end and sucked in hard. Beverly’s eyes widened. He took the blunt away from his lips as he began to choke. He violently coughed out the smoke. “Shit,” he choked out and coughed harder.

CALUM The thick smell of smoke clogs the air. I pull out the joint between my teeth and puffs of smoke escape my lips and nose. My eyes water as the choking smell of weed invades the studio. It will take a while for me to get used to smoking this much. Not like it helps, it only dulls the pain for a few hours. Heartbreak sucks.

He'd make a great hunter in the coming year. "Your hearing is astounding, I can only hear the birds and squirrels but you can hear for miles. Although you may not be able to see what you hunt, you can smell and hear them." Kate said smiling as she watched her brother look at her happily, his sightless blue eyes gleaming with happiness.

The smoke wisps traveled up, curling gently before being swept away in a lazy breeze. I turned and found Edward taking a drag from a joint. That scent had been so ingrained in my head that I couldn’t mistake it for anything else, and yet I had never smelled it on him before. There was never any indication Edward smoked dark matter. He used his elbows to prop himself up. A lock of sandy hair fell across his forehead as he regarded me with a buzzed smirk. “Do you smoke?” He held the joint out to me. “It’d help with the pain better than the alcohol will. Probably help you sleep too.”

She stares out of the window, watching the streets grow nicer, taller, shinier as they climb. “So he’s heard of me,” she says, trying for casual. “Babe,” Sofia says, “he probably knows your national insurance number.” The lift opens straight into the penthouse. Glass is the first thing Layla notices—walls of it, wrapping around a living room that overlooks the city like it’s something to be surveyed rather than lived in. It smells faintly of expensive perfume and something darker underneath: leather, wood polish, a hint of smoke.

I know it wouldn’t erase her from his heart, but it would make me feel better, I’d stop hurting every time I see her next to him. Audrey’s antics are taking a toll on me, I fucking smoked today. I’ve been rolling blunts for years, and not once have I ever smoked, not even when Seraphine and Audrey tried to force it on me so I wouldn’t snitch to our parents about them smoking at thirteen. Seeing her smug smile when he told her to get his card nearly drove me insane, I opted for the cigarette over squeezing her throat and his.