Novel & Cerita Smoke Stories

It has stopped snowing for a while. Our laughter mixes with the scent of smoke and the faint chill of the night. We’re playing truth or dare, joking, teasing, discussing office dramas and trivial gossip. The game falls silent when Mr. Hale steps out with Frank. Both taking seats by the fire. To everyone’s surprise, he casually says he wants to join in whatever we were doing. When it’s my turn again, I get dared to act like Mr. Hale. I hesitate until I catch his approving smile. Taking a deep breath, I try to mimic him perfectly

Smokes was a noisy place, it was always so noisy and always so full, most especially during the evening times and all through the night. It was such a place for demons and night creatures, a place where they came to unwind and sort of relax but then there was almost nothing relaxing about Smokes. The over crowded and noisy place brought in the heat which contrasted sharply with the cool weather just outside the doors but the heat was welcoming for the demons, to them it was relaxing, even the awful smell emanating from the scaly and hideous bodies of these demons, they considered that relaxing too.

*Tanner* The acrid smell of smoke mixed with the scent of charred wood hung heavily in the air, clinging to my lungs like a dense fog. The pack grounds were unrecognizable. Once a vibrant hub filled with laughter and life lies in ruins, silhouetted against the pale morning sky, an ash-covered graveyard of memories. I stood at the edge of what used to be the central meeting hall, a gaping maw of darkness where laughter once echoed. The flames had devoured it, leaving mere skeletal remnants that told a story of destruction far deeper than mere buildings.

he said. "Gist me," she said with interest while placing her hands akimbo. "Let's make an order," he said and she smiled. They ordered drinks and her eyes bulged seeing him with a cigarette. "You smoke?" She asked in surprise and he nodded. "Care for one?" He asked, pointing a stick of cigarette over to him. "Nah," she said with disgust as she pushed it away. He smiled and lit up the cigarette which he began to smoke. "You haven't told me your story yet," she inquired and he smiled as he puffed out smoke from his mouth.

Out of sight, out of mind. Instead, I want to be able to concentrate on my boys when they tell me what the hell they mean when they talk about the magic. “All right,” I say, calmer now than I had been out by the fire. It had been the right choice, I know, to delay this conversation for ten minutes so I can collect myself. “To begin, please tell us how you know that those…smoke ghosts. Outside. Don’t want to hurt us.”

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

The Rogue Alpha King has found them. The bonfires crackle long after the last light fades. The scent of pine and smoke threads through the camp; above, the stars shimmer sharp and cold. Around one of the fires the younger warriors share stories, laughter cutting through exhaustion. For the first time in weeks, there is warmth here—fragile, but real.

"And she's one to talk about being the Gamma's female. Half the wolves in the colony has laid with her. " "We better stop before someone hears us. " "We're never going to have everything completed on time and get the bonfire started. " "Have you seen her ridiculous requests? Fur for all the quests. " "Moonshine from Jack's barrels. " "Roasted beef, rotisserie chicken and lamb chops. " Black smoke springs from the oven filling the kitchen and I watch as two girls grabbed mittens, opening the large door and saturating the overcrowded interior with smoke. Everyone coughs, my eyes and throat burning as we clamored for clean air to fill our lungs. Then finally someone pries open a window, diffusi

talking to himself again. Polly didn't mind the interruptions and just continued telling his story with another lighted smoke on hand. He learned to smoke after he turned one hundred ten years old, to calm his nerves, after he was forcibly done by his husband. Using smoke not to lost his little sense of rationality left, these cigarettes became his only companion, at a time he thought his about to give up.

Smoke asked in a calm voice. Shadow got scared, whenever he talks calmly, he might end up getting rid of you. "I swear I never told him anything, I was only planing to act loyal for him to free me, I will never betray you, never" Shadow vigorously breath out. Smoke laugh hysterically, and suddenly halt. He walked close to shadow and grab his hair. "You were planning to act loyal by betraying me? Where did you follow him to?" Smoke asked, and jerk his head back. "Someone planned to kidnap his wife, instead they took someone else in her place."