Probably Smut Lights Out Novels & Stories

I drank half the glass, savoring the tangy taste of the icy drink. "Light me a cigarette," Sam said, surprising me as he held out a full packet. "You never—" Sam silenced me with a raised eyebrow, and I quickly took out a cigarette, lit it with a small flame from my finger, and handed it back to him. "Get in my lap," Sam commanded, taking a drag from the cigarette. A funny smell rose from it, different from regular cigarettes, and the smoke had an unusual look to it. I slowly climbed into his lap, straddling him and holding onto his shoulders for support. The lights around us dimmed as if responding to Sam’s unspoken command. The music continued to play softly in the background, and the shou

“Then let her dig.” He leaned forward slightly, his face still half-shrouded in darkness. “By the time she reaches the bottom of the soil, all she’ll find is bones and dirt.” Dominic’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?” A flick of a lighter. A brief flare of orange illuminated the man’s face, casting sharp shadows over the scars left by his healed third-degree burns as he lit a cigarette. The rich scent of tobacco curled into the air as he took a slow drag before he spoke again.

“Let’s go and have a smoke.” The patio of the restaurant was just as beautiful as the interior, garlanded by cascading lines of fairy lights that only added to the twinkling skyline. The slats of wood creaked beneath Colton’s boots, his body hunching over the glass railing as he lit up a cigarette. The flame illuminated his face, black eyes narrowing on the ground. Resting her forearms against the cool glass, Kate sighed, dreamily gazing out onto the small cluster of trees that outlined the perimeter. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have agreed to come if you had told me.”

we cried. “Score.” Dark laughter filled the room. I froze. Ellie, oblivious, stayed glued to the screen. The cushion beside me was suddenly cold. “I win,” Samael sang. He reached for the popcorn, then munched on it ominously. “Mmm,” he muttered. “Subpar. You need more butter.” “Samael?” I whispered. “Yes, maggot?” he asked. He wore a particularly nefarious bathrobe and red silk slippers.

The night before our third anniversary, Camille Everhart canceled her flight to Norhaven at the last minute. She looked at me apologetically. "Someone leaked the company's sensitive data, and it's caused quite a stir. I have to stay at the office and oversee things for the next three days." To convince me, her business partner, Nora Sinclair, sent a photo of their employees working late in our shared group chat. "Tristan, I'll need Camille for a few days. Once we get through this crisis, she'll get you a luxury watch!" My mother-in-law, Naomi Blackwell, called too. She sounded cold and detached. "A woman has to put her career first. Don't act like a little boy, throwing a fit just becaus

The kind Cassia kept in the supply room. For seeing what needed to be seen after the light failed. She crouched beside each plant in the lamplight. The rosemary. The thyme. The sage. The lavender. The mint. The seedling. All holding. All rooted. All in the work of winter. Drawing downward. Deepening. Preparing for what came next. She lifted the lamp. Held it over the seedling. The pale small thing. Still becoming. The light reaching it. Not the sun.

I smiled at her excitement, like a child about to open Christmas presents. When we got to my apartment and opened the door, Samantha stared at everything with her mouth open. Before leaving, I had left all the small yellow lamps on, and there were many small LED bulbs that looked like candles throughout the room. Enzo had convinced me that the number of candles I wanted to use could cause a fire. "Oh my god!" Samantha said slowly. "Are you a rose farmer, and I don't know about it?" "No, but it's not a bad idea. Maybe I'll invest in something like that," I replied, amused. "You didn't like it?"

They both were alone outside at the back of the house. Dara looked at her and uttered, “I don’t really smoke.” “Come on girl. Have some of it.” “No, I’m okay.” “Trust me girl, this will help you live the moment.” Dara looked at that girl and took the cigarette from her hand. She held it to her mouth and inhaled the smoke. She coughed. “Easy girl.” That girl said, “Now throw it out like this.” Dara threw the smoke out. “Yeah you’re doing great.” the girl spoke.

For a little while, peace stayed. We carried Storm to bed and came back to finish the last few ornaments that needed the quiet of after. Lyra set a small carved moon near the back where only we’d know it was there. Beth tucked two ridiculous miniature motorcycles near the base where Storm would find them in the morning and shriek. Ryker poured one more round, lighter this time, and gave a small nod to nothing in particular, the way Alphas thank a night for behaving itself. “Tomorrow,” he said, “we do the outside lights.”

she whispered. I paused, then it hit me. “Smoke.” She frowned. “Smoke?” “Yeah,” I said, standing up, my voice picking up a little fire. “A signal fire. If we can make one big enough, someone’ll see it from the sky.” Kim blinked at me, then nodded slowly. “But we don’t even have a lighter.” I smiled. “Baby, I’m from the streets. We make things work.” Kim didn't argue any further as I rose to my feet and got to work.