Smoker In One Piece Novels & Stories

Smokey says leading the way. The door is slightly ajar and Gunner is in the room. I had to be fully in the room to discover that Summer was only in her panties, his boobs exposed to Gunner as he slips a male oversized t-shirt over her head. I feel anger cause me to start moving but Matteo clears his throat, noticing that I've become a beast of myself. I can't watch Gunner do that again, thus, I step forth. "I can do that, Gunner," I say.

His eyes never break away from mine as he pops the case open and draws a cigarette, placing it between his lips and lighting it swiftly. I watch the head of the cigarette burn brighter as he inhales, and I have to refrain from flipping the table over as he blows the smoke in my face before adding, “Now, I don’t think you have it in you to pull the trigger, so you’ll be doing everything short of carrying the bombs inside and pressing the button on that little remote of yours.” My blood boils, my hands instinctively balling the hem of my sweater into my fists, and in that moment, something else sparks in me.

Luca acts nonchalantly, casually lights up his cigarette, blowing smoke that travels up to the ceiling. As I stare at him in outrage, he asks me mockingly, "Be precise, pretty little plaything. What is it that's riling you up now?" I couldn't believe that he would choose to smoke in my presence. I was not too fond of the smell of cigarette smoke as it made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't help but express my displeasure at his behaviour.

They exchanged glances, their smirks an outward expression of their malicious intentions. "Tony said to make it quick," one of them grumbled, adjusting his grip on a length of metal rod. An Ambush She turned the corner, and the men stepped out, blocking her path. She froze. Her heart pounded as the lead man sneered. Well, look who's all dressed up and fancy," he sneered; the venom in his voice was unmistakable. "Tony sends his regards." Violet's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. "Tony? What does he want?" she asked, attempting to keep her voice from shaking despite the fear coursing through her.

he growls. A large screen hanging on a wall gets turned on. What pops out first is thick smoke and dead bodies littered around the ground outside. “That bastard!” the man snaps out. I dim my eyes and peer closely at the screen as a figure draped in black appears from the smoke. The smoke slowly clears, and the face comes to view, and it's none other than him. Nikolai Rider.

At the far end of the table, Salvatore sat, one leg crossed over the other, laptop perched on his thighs, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes as he typed away. A deep breath pulled through my chest. I stood slowly, the chair sliding back against the floor with a soft scrape. My fingers went to the knot of my tie and I yanked it loose, pulled it off, flung it across the table. Reached into my pocket, pulled out a cigarette. Lit it. I walked to the window. The city was out there, burning gold under the night. Silence fell. “Don?” Salvatore’s voice cut through. I didn’t turn. Just took another drag. Let the smoke curl out slow between my lips.

I repeated. Eric reached into his pocket. He lit a cigarette. The flame painted his cheek orange for a second. He inhaled and exhaled slow. The smoke made a little cloud between us, like a curtain. I watched it slip away and felt the small thrill of waiting for the right time. The cigarette was a tiny clock in his hand, burning slow and steady, making him think he was thinking.

She smoothed out her dress, her eyes darting away from mine, betraying her embarrassment as she hurried out of the room. Alone again, I lit a cigarette, the familiar ritual grounding me as I took a long drag. The smoke curled lazily towards the ceiling, filling the air with a bitter yet comforting scent while I poured myself a glass of rich, amber liquor. The burn in my chest was a reminder of life's complexities.

Her lips trembled as she muttered, "No, that's not possible. I remember she looked fine… That day, she was still so radiant…" Indeed, my injuries didn't look serious from the front. There were just a few light scrapes I got from protecting Linda. At that moment, I had held her close, using my body to protect her from the rogue's hammer. That so-called "radiance" Mom remembered was nothing more than a last burst of adrenaline. It was my final flash before death. She was the healing center's chief healer. If she'd cared enough to look at me properly, she would have noticed it. However, she never spared me a proper glance from beginning to end.

He said. Of course, I have seen a cigarette before. But I've never actually smoked. “Well don't blame me for that. I was quite bewildered to see someone come up here just for a smoke. And with that mourning outfit you have on, anyone would be so terrified.” He snorted, puffed on his cigarette again. “And what is a damsel like you doing up here?”His questions engaged the pictures of Lucy and Phil together in my mind. I tightened my grip around the guardrail. The hurt, jealousy, and fury mixed up inside of me.