Smoke Stories Novels & Stories

to keep his composure, and then he started nodding at me. "You are right Smoke. I am being rude. I came to tell you we do not need a war. I do want only two things from you, and then you will not need to deal with the Peak Crew anymore." I knew already what he wanted, he wanted Takara. Henry will not allow that to happen. I looked at my computer monitor knowing my men could see me in their security apps, hoping someone was watching. I needed someone to control the hot potato because he would walk around burning all of them. As for the other thing, I am not sure. I have no idea what else he could want from me. I stood up slowly and walked to the bar to pour another glass. When I turned to lo

You should imprison them if- '' ''I can't imprison them, because they turned everything upside down and they fabricated a story that everyone will believe.'' [THIRD PERSON POV] 3 years ago "MOM!!" A young man peeked out the door of the room and let out a loud cry. His tears flowed uncontrollably, and he screamed nonstop. "HELP!!" Because of the amount of smoke in the room, the young man started to choke. Although the smoke made it impossible to open the door, he could see that his parents were inside, bound to the bed, and their bodies were burning because the house seemed to have caught fire on its own.

Cigarette smoke drifted in the night air, the sweet aroma of tobacco filling the breeze. "Hey, Leon? Coming up too? Sit here," Nissa said casually, patting the spot next to her. Leon hesitated, but sat down, his eyes staring at the starry sky. Nissa took another drag on her cigarette, the smoke forming a white cloud. "I just broke up with my boyfriend, I'm really stressed. That's why I'm hiding here, smoking to calm down," she said openly, her voice tired but friendly. She offered Leon a pack of cigarettes. "Want one? Relax, it's safe here."

I said. “Are you sure about that?” she asked, stepping forward. “You must have heard the phrase: where there’s fire, there’s smoke.” She was the only one speaking while the other press members filmed our exchange. “Yeah, and it’s not fire before smoke; it’s the other way around.” I corrected her, earning a few chuckles from the other journalists present. “Also, how can there be smoke when the fire was set on purpose? I wouldn’t be surprised if you had something to do with all this.” I smiled. “It’s not uncommon.”

(Third-person's POV) The territory media cameras responded instantly to the audience's eager demands. They swiveled away from Claire Redwood's completed feather painting, focusing entirely on Natalie Silverstone's mysterious workspace. Natalie remained steadfast before her easel, paper still inverted above the flickering candles. The black smoke rose in delicate tendrils, carrying countless fine carbon particles that settled like a gentle veil upon the paper's surface. The smoke-painting process was mesmerizing. Each wisp of smoke left its mark, gradually building an image through this revolutionary technique. The entire venue held its breath in anticipation.

The flames danced to the rhythm of my words, casting shadows that danced across her face, and as the stories unfolded, I saw Sydney becoming more than just a willing listener—she was a part of this narrative now. As the night aged, we sat side by side, the crackling fire and the distant sounds of the woods creating a symphony that whispered of the mystique of the wild. The stories flowed between us, binding us in a shared moment that felt like a bridge between our two worlds. As I looked at Sydney, her gaze locked onto the dancing flames, I knew that this night wasn't just about revealing secrets; it was about weaving our stories together into something entirely new.

I didn't mind the soreness or the fact I had more bruises than our workouts had ever given me. We filled our nights with stories of Mom from before I was born, stories of his father and grandfather; little things, family things. He even shared a smoke with me on occasion. Neither of us smoked regularly, just the rare, more social sharing that is part of my people's heritage. We didn't fight, not once. It was good. Strange, but good.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

I'm glad he was there for her. Funny thing, the smoke is gone now. I’m hoping that means that when Levi killed the rock thingy he also killed the smoke surrounding the town. I have no idea how they are all connected. But I know Kody and I couldn't get through the dark smoke fog. It was like pressing up against a wall, and yet it let her through.