Smoker Anime Novels & Stories

one of them said as he began lighting a cigarette, humming like he didn’t just help try to murder and dispose of his Alpha’s body. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” The other protested, his voice clear with anger at what his partner was doing. I imagined the smoker shrugging. “I’m catching a smoke, what does it look like I am doing?” He answered, leisurely disinterested in whatever his partner was trying to say. But the other warrior didn’t have it. He wanted the smoking warrior to stop his smoking so they wouldn’t get into trouble when the Alpha eventually came in.

I told him to calm him down and good thing he listened. The white smoke is about to get him when I shield him. I hold the white smoke even though I can't believe that I can hold it. I threw the white smoke back to its owner, who was standing in front of me, and his smoke hit him, which made him throw it into the wall. I saw the wall crack and the house shake. I know I damage him but I don’t want to be too complacent because our fight has just started and I know I made him mad because of what I did to him. He stands up like nothing’s happened and he smiles at me. I saw his white smoke coming towards us. That is why I prepare my black smoke. My black smoke faced his white smoke and our smoke f

His disgusted and disdainful expression was so clearly express that the two guys who clearly perceoved this guy gaze had slowly but quickly lowered their hands, taking the initiative to squash the end of their cigarette distinguishing the smoke coming from it continously and got carried by the wind. The one guy who was the first one to get his smoke distinguish and disperse to the wind as Maki scrunched up his nose because of the bad smell coming from the smoke. Maki felt strangely releived that he had promised his lover to quit smoking because if he do smoke again, his daily breakfast but bad to the kidney resulting on kidney deffiency will be gone and shattered. Ash had a fawning smile on

Secrets have a way of coming to light, especially when someone like me is determined to uncover them. "You're bluffing," she snapped, though her voice shook. "Am I?" Tony chuckled darkly. "Let's just say I have a few surprises in store for you. Enjoy your perfect little life while it lasts." The line went dead, leaving Violet clutching the phone, her hands shaking. A Storm Brewing

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

In the dancing orange and yellow flames of the roaring campfire I found myself seeing vision after vision of the bloody sights that had been burned into my retinas. No matter how many times I tried to force my mind away from all the moments haunting me they still played like a sick movie over and over again. It hadn't been the first Eater I had killed, nor would it be the last. I was repulsed the moment the truth crossed through my frayed mind. But even those justifications didn't help the raw churning guilt that was eating away at me.

He draws smoke from his lips like a smoke dragon.

“Oh, and here are some pictures from our bed. Look at them. They might help you understand the case.” The photos showed a man and a woman entwined. The man’s handsome face shone with decadent desire. It was Matteo. Sophia left. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Each tap seemed to strike Alicia’s fraying nerves. The office was empty except for her. After a long while, Alicia opened a drawer. She pulled out a box of slim cigarettes she had not touched in a long time. She took one out and lit it. Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly.

Obviously, I know, but I’m dumbfounded. “No lungs here,” he says. He extracts a cigarette from the carton and lights it. “No cigarette either. Remember that.” I glare at him. “How could you ever smoke? After all the time you spent sick!” Ansel ignores me. He takes a drag and closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. “I wobbled a bit on a self-destructive path. The smoking didn’t last too long - well, except for the odd hit of a cigar once in a blue moon -”

I veered around to catch a glimpse of the daredevil, but I could only see a shadow behind the screens of smoke. “We shall meet again, Alpha Ryu.” He began to laugh. “When next we meet, you wouldn’t have a home to return to.” My anger rose, and I flared up, slashing through the air with force. The whole place was gauged with flames, the shadow figure nowhere to be found. “No one can take home away from Alpha Ryu.”