Smoker In One Piece Novels & Stories

He looks dangerous and sexy in his cut and chains hanging from his pants, a true badass biker. Taking the few steps toward him I place a chaste kiss to his cheek. My back turns, missing the disappointment that marks his face. I don't bother with the new bikers that are lurking in the house with half naked girls hanging off their arms. I don't look up when a cloud of smoke blows in my face. I keep my gaze to the floor, inhaling the thick smell of beer and stale smoke now masking the strong disinfectant that normally fills the air in this area.

I added, fear clawing inside of me already. And since they only stared at me blankly without a word, I talked on, "I believe I'm not talking to a bunch of dumb fellows, am I? Who the hell are you people, and what on earth are you doing in my home? You know what? It's fine. I'm just going to let this slide." I blinked hard, shutting my eyes and opening them really fast before getting off the floor to stand upright. "I have to admit. She's one hell of a bold woman and I like that." The so-called smoker rose to his full height, letting the cigarette stick fall from his finger to the floor while he crushed it under his boot, snuffing out its light.

“How is it ever possible to cry for him? I just saw him once.” I wiped my burning cheeks and left the glass on the table in front of me. I leaned my head back on the couch and puffed my cigarette. I took out the smoke, and I watched it go up until it seemed that smoke drew his picture. “Am I seeing well?” I wondered and raised my head to give a better look. It was still there.

"I knew i saw someone entering the stairwell just now. I guess it was a fellow patients who was secretly is moving either in the stairwell or the rooftop." It was evident that the male patient was also a smoker who was having a craving for tobacco. He approached Tom Clarkson eagerly. Smiling subserviently, he said. "Baby, could you spare me a cigarette? I've been hospitalized for a quiet while and I'm dying to have a joint." Tom clarkson turned around. With a malicious look in his eyes, he said sharply. "Do I look like a baby to you? Are you making me and implying that I'm not a man?"

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.

[SOMEWHERE IN ROME] A young woman sat naked at the edge of a dimly lit room, the dull glow of a flickering lamp casting shadows across her skin. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of her. Smoke curled from her lips as she scrolled through the endless news updates, her expression unreadable. Her lips twisted into a bitter smirk as another headline flashed across the screen—Damon’s Affair Exposed. Engagement call-off confirmed.

The moment I got closer, I pushed the door open and there he was with a stick on cigarette in his hands. My eyes scanned over to his side as I watched him for a while unable to belive what I had just seen he was smoking in a fucking party. The moment I got in, he pushed the door behind me and closed it and yet again and I’m standing all along with him in a small space the same position I had sworn to myself not to be in. He moves back and lets out a cocky grin before dragging out the smoke “I never knew you would be here” he says as his eyes narrow to mine and I swallow nothing again.

Alexei’s smirk was even more infuriating as we drew closer and I just couldn’t wait for it to wipe clean off when we began the attack. All that smugness fading into confusion, oh it was a delight to imagine. The bastard reached into his jacket and Dominic stopped me in my tracks. So did the man pulling Manuel. He laughed, pulling his hand back out, something unrecognizable in his hold. It was when he stuck it between his lips I realized what it was—the was taking a smoke, right now, in the middle of it all. “It’s just a cigarette, damn.” He said lighting the butt. “Why so jumpy?”

Smoke asked as he walked behind Stones who was walking into the department "It wasn't him. I thought it was him" Stones said "That's absurd," Smoke scoffed. "Mr Smith was in that building!" He yelled "What's your problem uh? Ok fine, he was in that building but he wasn't the guy I went after" Stones said as he turned to look at him "You know, we've got a suspect and I'll get to the root of it" Smoke said "Fine," Stones said as he continued walking "And what about Jessica?" He asked

Who makes smoking look so hot? I wanted to talk to him. To personally thank him for barging in on us. It totally save my ass and he's the only one aside Rob, I'm really familiar with. He's calculative and calm. Before I know it, my feet takes me to the poolside where Asa sits. I notice he watches me from where he sits, his eyes following every of my movement. I totally forgot I'm just wearing a hoodie and lingerie cause my legs are bare. I stop walking as I cross my arms, he's just two feet away from me. He flicks the end of his cigarette and place it back inside his mouth.