Shoko Smoking Novels & Stories

The sharp, acrid scent of tobacco smoke hung heavy in the air. Silas never smoked. In all the months I had lived under the Schmidt roof, surrounded by their violence and their secrets, I had never seen him touch a cigarette. He only reached for it when he was completely cornered by his own mind, using the bitter smoke to mask a vulnerability he couldn't control. Right now, I could tell he was smoking just to stay strong. He was clinging to the burning ember, forcing his muscles to lock down because he didn't want to shatter in my presence.

With shock, Nadia turned to question her attitude just now and Soriya told her not to start what she cannot handle. “You have never smoked while we were in the pack, who is the bastard that thought you how to smoke? Tell me right now so I can pull his or her head off! This is not good for you so as far as I am beside you, I will never let you take it. You should jog or run if you are looking for something to make your body hot. Ah I can also prepare several hot foods for you so don’t ever think of smoking” Soriya scolded her to the point where she was speechless.

Shawn POV The poker room was thick with the haze of cigar smoke, the rich scent mingling with the sharp notes of expensive cologne and the smooth burn of whiskey in my glass. The green felt table gleamed under the chandelier’s soft light, chips clinking as Sidd dealt another hand with his usual precision.

I shrugged as I sat my water bottle down before taking a seat on the couch next to him. Zac brings the lighter to the end of the leaf, before cherrying the tip of the blunt. He wraps his lips around the filter, before slowly extracting the smoke. "So why are you up right now?" I questioned as I looked up at his features.

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.

"Can you watch it while I go out back for a smoke?" "No problem. Need something to smoke?" He holds up his joint. "Nah, I'm good." Damn this dude and his habit. Walking out back I take in the cool night. Freezing would probably be more accurate, but at least out here there isn't the huge crush of bodies like inside. Moving down the wall, I prop myself up against an empty spot, take out the fresh Marlboros I bought before coming on shift and beat them hard on my palm to pack them. Once I'm satisfied, I rip open the package, flip up the top and take one out. Holding it loosely in between my lips, I grab my lighter out of my jeans pocket and ignite the tobacco.

Eden Monroe. On a hot, sunny day, while rushing to attend a class, I came across my best friend Carla. I was surprised to see her wearing a large hoodie that obscured her face, as this was not her typical style. I approached her and called out her name. As she looked up at me, I noticed that she was smoking. "What in the world are you doing? I can't believe you're smoking on school grounds, Carla!" I exclaimed. Carla took a puff from her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke before responding to me, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just going through a lot right now and I needed something to help me cope."

That was enough for me. After that, I left the room to see Blake standing by the door of the room opposite us. He looked at me but didn't seem to want to say anything, so I shrugged. Time to get drinking with Zack!" -Blake's POV- "She smokes a pack of 20 a day, overworks herself and drinks all night. She's making herself worse and slowly killing herself"

he grumbled, clearly unimpressed by our festive spirit. But before I could respond, a strong smell of burning smoke suddenly hit my nostrils. The air became thick with it, making me cough instinctively. As my senses sharpened, I heard the distant cries of people in danger, their panicked voices piercing through the chaos of the shop. Without a second thought, I dashed out of the shop, leaving Sandy shouting after me, desperately asking where I was going. "There's something wrong! I can smell smoke," I yelled back as I raced towards the source of the odor. My heart pounded in my chest, fear gripping me as I approached the scene.

His disgusted and disdainful expression was so clearly express that the two guys who clearly perceoved this guy gaze had slowly but quickly lowered their hands, taking the initiative to squash the end of their cigarette distinguishing the smoke coming from it continously and got carried by the wind. The one guy who was the first one to get his smoke distinguish and disperse to the wind as Maki scrunched up his nose because of the bad smell coming from the smoke. Maki felt strangely releived that he had promised his lover to quit smoking because if he do smoke again, his daily breakfast but bad to the kidney resulting on kidney deffiency will be gone and shattered. Ash had a fawning smile on