Novel & Cerita Smoke Symbolism

"This smoke could be an excellent way to assassinate your target by blocking the opponent's vision. However, it is far from useful for someone who is dedicated to learning martial arts, such as myself." "I'm curious how long your confidence will last inside this smoke, Damon." Damon has begun to be swallowed by the smoke as the aftermath of his decisions remain motionless, waiting for Selina to make first contact. No matter how long he waits, nothing happens inside the smoke; there are no guns, kicks, or even daggers coming at Damon's blind side as he expects. The intensity of the smoke has increased by the time he realizes it. It's similar to the fogs he used to encounter in the woods.

Nobody could understand how she felt as she uttered those words; they were heavy, painful, and suffocating. Summer had expected her answer; besides comforting, she really didn’t know what else she could have done. On the other side. Smoke circled the air, the entire room fuming. It was very irritating. Entering the room, Mark waved his hands to fan away from the smoke; it was so thick that he had to squint his eyes. On the sofa, Billy looked half-dead, holding a cigarette. In front of him were three cigarette trays, all filled with cigarette buds.

"I'm so glad you are awake now. It's almost a week while you were sleeping. I'm really sorry for what I've done to you. I know I'm unforgivable because of what I did but I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it. It was just happened that I've seen a smoke from you. " I frowned at what she said. She seen a smoke from me that's why she attacked me? Is she afraid from smoke? I want to laugh at what she said because it’s unbelievable that a role-model like her that everyone admires is afraid of smoke. Is that even possible? Is smoke can be afraid of? Maybe! It depends upon a situation, anyway.

The smell of the tobacco hit my nose and I smirked. "This cigarette gives off two things. Smoke and smell. You see you can wear a mask, and you won't be able to perceive it but that doesn't mean you can't see the smoke." I smirked as Seth rolled his eyes, and I placed the cigarette between my lips, drawing in a deep breath as I felt it in my lungs, exciting my veins before I puffed out the smoke from my lips.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

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.

Kaiden screamed as he felt his insides burning with an unquenchable flame. However, black smokes suddenly filled the room, blinding everyone and with it came a voice, “oh no, not today my dark prince,” the feminine voice chuckled and with that, Malachi and Damien were thrown away from Mary by an invisible force and Sean and Steven were tired by up the dark smoke, preventing them from moving. Irene had to let Melissa go to defend herself from the smoke and so built up a shield to protect herself. A form of smoke swam to Rasmus and Aliyah, intending to take her away but Edward growled and sent out a bolt of blue fire to the smoke, forcing it to withdraw.

I looked around at the fog coating the forest, and I told myself that was all it was… fog. Soon, my denial bled out, and clarity filled me. I saw it for real this time, the smoke that curled into the sky in thick, black plumes, heavy and churning. This wasn’t the soft gray of hearth fires or the pale drift of morning cookfires. This smoke was oily and wrong. The closer we got, the more you could smell the burning timber, the burning flesh. We were too late…

Kale reached the forest border just as the smoke began to rise. The smell hit him first — sour and bad, instinctively disgusting his wolf again. It wasn't the clean smell of a campfire or even the unpleasant smell of a burning house. It was a bad thing: corruption and black magic mixed with burning wood and other things he didn't want to identify. The trees at the edge of the forest were drawn, the bark black with patterns almost like symbols. An ancient script engraved with fire and wickedness marks an area claimed by forces that had no right to touch sacred land.

Liam watched her with a loving gaze, admiring her passion for capturing the fleeting moments of life. Meanwhile, Liam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag, the smoke spiraling upward and dissipating into the air. The sight of Liam smoking always concerned Rose, but she knew it was his way of finding a moment of calm amidst the chaos of the world.