Smoker In One Piece Novels & Stories

The pungent smell of beer evident in the room and now that I notice it, even smoke. Oh My God. There's a too much familiar jacket flung over the edge of my couch as well and I immediately know, who's there. No wonder he's been silent for so long. I follow the trail of ash and disgust around my apartment to the kitchen, furious as hell with his behaviour when I spot him, smoking. He's leaned on the sink, having had opened the windows to let the smoke out. Shirtless and picturesque as he looks, like a painting ready to be painted; I just stare at him for a good second.

I choked on a moan and fell forward, panting against his hair as the world tipped sideways. And somewhere, beneath all the white-noise heat in my skull, I caught a whiff of something that wasn’t sex. Smoke. Wait… smoke? My eyes popped open. “Dinner…” I gasped, still breathless. “Is burning.” Stacy froze. “Shit!” He gently lowered my leg and lunged for the stove, fumbling to turn off the burner. The pan was smoking, but not on fire, thank god. He waved the smoke away with one hand, then turned back to me, wiping his mouth with the other and trying—failing—not to grin.

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.

But the smoke did not shock me as much as the person standing behind the cooker. The alpha was standing behind the cooker with a spatula in his right hand, shirtless. I swallowed hard, not wanting to focus on the muscles of his back, but on the food that was on fire instead. He had put aside a plate which was filled with few slices of what could pass as fried bread - you could not convince me those things were toasted - while his left hand brushed smoke away from his face.

I pushed forward and closed the door behind me. I moved a little further in, my shoes sinking into the thick carpet. Then I noticed the small corner ahead — a half partition that hid the rest of the suite. I turned it. And froze. There was a man standing by the window, with his back to me. Smoke curled lazily around him, rising from the cigarette between his fingers. He wasn’t wearing a shirt — just a pair of black joggers that hung low on his hips. The late morning light from the window caught the sharp planes of his back, and what I saw there made my entire body go cold.

I said as I grabbed the supplies to treat and stitch the open wound. I hurried back to him, but he was trying to pull a cigarette out of his pants pocket. He looked so relaxed and not in any pain at all. "What are you doing?" "I almost dropped my cigarette!" "No smoking in this room!" "Yes, I know, relax, Miss, oh, I mean Mrs. Meiyer!" He said. He was truly a strange man. He was still wearing his dirty, oil-stained work clothes, and his demeanor was like a reckless thug.

" After hearing what Josie said, the young woman wiped away her tears. She stared at Josie for a moment. Her expression turned furious. "It's you! You're in the photos too!" She pulled out a stack of photos from her bag and shoved them all into Josie's hands. A few photos slipped down and landed at my feet. I glanced at them and immediately felt nauseous. They were all photos of Alex with different women. One of them was Josie. People passing by became curious. They leaned over to look and immediately retrieved their phones to take photos. When Josie saw the intimate photos of herself and Alex, she screamed.

It was a smokey grey color with tribal marks and skulls flowing down the sides of it. “Do you want to take it out to get a feel for it?” I asked but looking at Davin I already knew the answer. “Here!” I chucked him the keys. Just then I saw Maria step out of the trailer and wave shyly. “I’ll be right back.” I told Davin and went to talk with Maria. Dingo/Davin POV

The man was smoking in his own world, unbothered by the activities going on around the brothel. Ida wondered why people were not paying this hot dude any attention, since the handsome man had no one with him, she walked towards him and stood right before him. The smell of smoke filled her nostrils but she didn't bulge, all of a sudden, she began to choke. The man threw his cigarette away and stood to attend to her.

To double-check my vision, I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles and looked back with a crystal clear view to find that I wasn’t mistaken and my mind wasn’t playing tricks with me. Just a few steps away from the gate stood Dominic in a pale gray shirt which hugged the best parts of his figure—those biceps bulged out perfectly when he lifted his arm and took a puff of his cigarette. His mouth slightly parted to release the smoke that curled around his face and faded like a ghost. He smoked?