Smoker In One Piece Novels & Stories

My thoughts were trapped underwater, and I couldn’t find the energy to care what I looked like even with an audience. Smoke lazed in the room lit by one weak light bulb. Boxes filled shelves, wooden crates littered the floor, and three men sat at a folding table and chairs, all silently staring at me. One of them chewed on a toothpick, while another leaned back in his chair and brought a cigarette to his lips. His suit jacket lay carelessly open, white button-up beneath, no tie. I coughed on the smoke that twirled in the air. “Potushi sigaretu.” Put out the cigarette.

’’ the man asked. ‘’Yes,’’ Lorenz said without hesitation as he lit a cigarette. A woman was raising her hand beside me and i whispered, ‘’Put your hand down,’’ She shuddered and obeyed. ‘’No smoking here,’’ the man snapped and walked back to join the others. Lorenz dropped the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. I sat amongst the women, so still. I was afraid that if I moved, something wrong would happen. Moments later, the main door opened and another man stepped in.

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.

Then he slammed the door shut to her red flustered face. And now back to the present... Tony do not smoke. No. He could but he’s not a fan. Sometimes it was needed for his roles. During infiltration. If he had to play an addict, a gambler and a chain smoker—he could. And the cigarette wasn't even his. It was courtesy of the blue eyed woman earlier, along with the bottle of wine. Now, he didnt know what the fuck was going on with his body. ‘Did she cursed me?’ he wondered.

Remo’s face lit with this smug, satisfied expression like he’d finally dragged the beast out of its cage and got it to admit its name. He tried to hide a grin, “So that’s what this is.” I smiled back, “This has always been what it is.” He nodded, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as the truth sank in, “How are we handling this? This whole situation with the Capones.” I reached behind me, grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the desk, and tapped one free. The flame from the lighter flickered against my fingers. I took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl out of my mouth before I spoke.

I was heading for water when a man in pressed linen and too much cologne slid into my path. “Well, hello, gorgeous,” he said, his eyes shamelessly crawling over me. “That bikini was made to be sinned in.” I rolled my eyes. “You should try that line on someone desperate.” He leaned closer, breath hot and foul. “Come on, one drink. If he’s not keeping you satisfied—” “I promise you, he is,” I cut him off, my voice sugar-sharp. “And he doesn’t share his toys.” I left him standing there, smirking at my own bite, until the sharp scent of smoke hit me. A fire??

He wasn't sure if it's because he smoked pot, or not, but they made him nervous. He quickly stepped out and walked around to the back of the station. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet smoke which seemed to calm his nerves. He was about to take another drag, when he heard a woman's voice. He glanced to the side and saw a tall blonde stalking out. But this wasn't just any tall blonde. This was Nic's tall blonde. Nic's ex-wife, Amber. And she was talking to that snake, Marsh. What the fuck?!

Grace’s smile deepened. “Look who’s being defensive.” “I’m taking my five minute smoke break,” I said, fumbling with the tie of my apron. “You don’t smoke.” “I do now.” Grace’s laughter followed me all the way out of the back of the diner. I stormed through the back room, grabbing my coat from my hanger and yanking it onto my arms. I kicked the door open as I zipped it up, stuffing my hands into my pockets in preparation for the bite of the cold air outside.

They both said their word of thanks and left the Odin-Space. × × × × In a dimly illuminated corner of a large room filled with many people, a person was leaning on the wall with a cigarette in hand. The smoke from the cigarette was following a trail to an air duct just above his head. All the people in the room were looking like doctors with white coats. Though everyone in the room looked busy, for some reason he was standing sluggishly in the corner to have a puff.

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.