Smoke Tv Show Novels & Stories

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When I step inside the living area, the first thing I notice is the smell of smoke. Tristan is sitting on the main sofa, one ankle crossed over his knee, a file open in his lap, the TV playing softly in the background with some business news channel. There's a glass of something amber on the side table. And between two fingers, a cigarette, smoke curling up toward the ceiling in a thin, lazy line. He looks focused, almost distant, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist right now. I stop in the doorway. He doesn't smoke. Or at least I didn't know he smokes. Over a month with him and I'm still finding new rooms in this person.

I feel his grip loosen. Good. I get up, go to my room amd slam the door shut. I'm sick of this, all of this. Smoke's POV Wow, her words hit me hard. I never thought about if she's happy or not. I just made her miserable But I can't help it. I can't stay away from her. I don't understand it myself but I need her. Not want, need. Is it for sex? I've had with countless women but I don't think that's it. Just looking at her calms me.

The club suddenly filled with thick smoke. Coughs erupted all around, spreading fast. People stumbled, choking, their laughter turning into panic. The man behind Serena gagged harder than the rest, clutching his throat as the air grew heavy. And in the smoke ,silver eyes burned. Serena froze mid-dance, her heartbeat slamming in her chest. The air carried something she recognized instantly. That scent of jasmine and burning wood. Her mind spun, the haze of alcohol breaking for just a second. She turned slowly toward the source, blinking through the mist.

Elijah gives me a final smile, nodding to Callie, and walks out the door, leaving me standing there like an idiot. I blink, holding the smoothies in my hands, and turn to Callie, who’s staring at me like I’ve just sprouted wings. “Who the fuck was that smoke show?” she asks, her eyes wide with disbelief. I hand her the smoothie, shaking my head. “That was Elijah Drake. He’s... an old friend.” Callie nearly chokes on her acai smoothie. “Old friend? Girl, he looks like he’s stepped out of a fucking magazine.”

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."

As Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief, she put her hands on his arms and asked anxiously, "Why are you on the balcony?" She then caught a whiff of the smoke emanating from Brendan and paused. Deirdre knew that Brendan wasn't addicted to smoking. To him, smoking was only a way to soothe his troubled mind. Thus, when she smelled smoke on Brendan, she was very puzzled. "I was smoking on the balcony," Brendan replied frankly. "Are you feeling bad? Did anything happen?" Deirdre looked up at Brendan and added, "You smoke whenever you are in a bad mood." "It's nothing. I just can't sleep. So I smoked a bit." Brendan brushed his lips against Deirdre's and assured her. "There's nothing to worry about.

But it’s a moment too long. Glenn’s eyes dart to the distraction. His hand, shaking and desperate, plunges into his own belt. A sharp, metallic ‘clack’ sounds against the stone of the altar. Instantly, a thick, sulfurous violet smoke erupts, billowing outward with such intensity that it swallows the entire clearing in a heartbeat. The world is plunged into darkness and the acrid smell of burnt chemicals. "Daryl!" I shout, coughing, shielding my face as the smoke burns my eyes.

Her chest heaved with exertion, but her eyes burned with defiance. “Give up, Shane,” I said firmly, stepping up beside Victor. “This ends now.” But instead of surrendering, Shane smirked. Her hand darted into her purse, pulling out a small object—a smoke grenade. “No!” Harris shouted, but it was too late. The grenade hissed and erupted in a cloud of thick, choking smoke. Shane bolted again, her form disappearing into the gray haze. Coughing and squinting against the smoke, I heard Harris shouting orders into his radio. Victor grabbed my arm, his grip firm as he pulled me away from the thickest part of the cloud.

Eerily so. Damon stood and inhaled deeply. Looking at Daniel, he confirmed what they all saw coating the sky. “Smoke,” they said in unison. And just like that reality robbed them once again. She pushed Daniel to the side and stood from their makeshift love nest. Columns of black smoke stained the wide expanse of blue sky. It climbed higher, spreading. “That’s not right. There’s something different about that smoke.” She was no firefighter, but the smoke was grayish, there was darkness about this smoke and the way it choked the air.