Shoko Smoking 소설 & 이야기

The project leader turned his head towards the newly arrived figure. Bianca was putting a glass on the bench in front of them, took out a cigarette, lit it, then took a deep inhale of cigarette smoke while taking the glass back from the bench. "Can I have one?" asked Harso. Bianca blew out the smoke she just inhaled, then turned her head. "I didn't know you smoked, too, Har," she muttered, smiling and handing him a cigarette pack and a match. Harso shrugged as he pulled one cigarette and began to light it. "I quit smoking because Kalyana couldn't stand the smell of the smoke," muttered Harso.

" What about you ?" " I will also try to get a job in some company. ", Oak replied and the younger nodded. It was silent for sometime. Oak thought it was finally time for him to sleep. But now he was not feeling sleepy. He somewhat liked talking and listening to Phet. " Are you done with your talking ?", he asked wanting Phet to talk again. "Oh....No. P'Oak, Do you smoke ?" "No..but I used to smoke secretly during high school." " oh..I see. You of course drink, right ?"

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Aaron is smoking while standing on the balcony of his room. He is taking a long sip and popping out a lot of smoke outside. He is shirtless, and the cold wind is hitting him again and again, but his body is not even shivering once. The rage in his body is higher than the temperature of the wind. He looks so serious with pouted lips as he leaves the smoke out. Samantha steps onto the balcony and coughs as she smells the smoke around the place.

Monalisa POV. I had no idea what I was smoking, but all I knew was that it felt good. With every drag I take, I feel my chest lighten up, and the sorrow I felt melt away. "What's in this shisha?" I ask Lil Cash as I blow out a thick cloud of smoke. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips at my obvious reaction. "We call it Hookah smoking. It's not your regular shisha, it's laced with tobacco leaves and cannabis to give a small buzz."

-they yelled in unison and that made me roll my eyes. "Obviously" I answered “Since when?" - Shen asked while frowning. "Since I was 14 years old " - I said as I shrug and the two frowned at me which made me let out a heavy sigh "Smoking is just my act of relieving stress. I don't smoke often so nothing to worry about" -I added and the two looked at each other as if they are conversing using their eyes. I look at the two and I raise an eyebrow at them as a gesture that they should tell me already why they are here in my room

his friend says as they go to the pool. Sitting by the window, he stares out, rolling a blunt using the light Of the moon for light in the room as he then smokes his weed staring over at Casey lying with his leg above the sheet. He went over to the bag and put out his cocaine drawing himself two lines and pulling it up to his nose, He mixed the cocaine with the weed and smoked it. He then lays beside Casey, facing her, drifting off to sleep, There is a tall, dark shadow approaching him moving in closer and closer his eyes are like flame red; as Joshua tries to scream

Sharon placed the filter between her lips and lit the tip while inhaling. She inhaled deeply as the ‘cherry’ glowed fire red while she pulled on the blunt. Sharon closed her eyes and held in the smoke; the aroma was a sweet and satisfying smell that I hadn’t smelled in a long time. I’d quit smoking marijuana a long time ago, but seeing Sharon embrace it, brought back memories to which I understood why she smoked that day. “Oh my goodness,” she said as he blew out the smoke into the air. “What is going on? Why are you so stressed?”

At least here and now, anyway. "Can I get one too?" I ask. Shirley is surprised but hands me the pack and lighter anyway. I pull one out, light it, and inhale deeply. The smoke burns my lungs and I have a coughing fit. "Take smaller drags," Shirley suggests. I do as she says and smoking the cigarette becomes easier. I do not think I will ever ask for another again though. We all three sit, quietly smoking our cigarettes. "Soooo..." I say, breaking the silence again. Shirley squints her eyes and looks at me. She takes one last drag from her cigarette, grabs a water bottle from off the floor, and puts her cigarette out inside.

Zayn's POV I was relaxing on the veranda, letting the warm morning breeze dance with my hair. My eyes were closed and I brought my left hand holding the cigarette up and brought it to my lips. I took a deep drag on the stub and sucked it into my chest, following that with a deep inhale before I exhaled out roughing, puffs of air forming around my face. Huhmmmm…. so soothing. Cigarettes don't really do anything to shifters, seeing as we burn the nicotine so fast before it gets to our lungs, blotting out any chance of getting high.