Novel & Cerita Smoker X Luffy

"It's chilly. This will keep you warm." It was soft and well-made, and there was a fresh scent of tobacco all over it. Gabriella wanted to take it off, but Xavier buttoned it up for her. Raising his head, he looked at her, his gaze deep and unreadable. At that moment, the carriage driver cracked his whip, and the carriage rolled away with Ash and Lynn's gleeful cheers. Xavier stood where he was and gazed at them for a while. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tore off the plastic wrap, and put a cigarette between his lips, lighting it up. Wisps of light-green smoke slowly rose in the air before the wind carried them away.

A lazy, almost amused smile played on his lips, making my stomach churn. My back hit the edge of a curb. I froze, my breath hitching as he reached into the pocket of his coat. “Relax,” he said smoothly, pulling out a cigarette. He placed it between his lips, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. The small flame illuminated his sharp features, the cold glint in his eyes. He took a slow drag, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the crisp night air. Then, he smiled again. “Damon,” he said simply, his voice low and casual.

He is smoking every time he is confused about something. "How come I never saw you smoked when we were together in Centaurus?" She asked while she was slowly getting the cigarette in his mouth, and stepped on it without any hesitation. He is a little bit upset, and it was noticed by Esmeralda. "I hate the smell of cigarettes. It makes me nauseous. Are you angry babe?" He kept silent. He just doesn't have the patience in answering her now. He gulped to hold back his urge to yell at her. He remembered that he is now Victor Alex Tan who is deeply in love with this woman.

He rested his back comfortably against the chair, crossed his legs with an air of sophistication, and gently flipped his long hair to the back in his usual style. He reached for his pocket, brought out a large wrap of weed stick, and a lighter. Igniting the weed, he started to smoke, puffing the smoke directly into my face; I nearly choked. He seemed to unlock new characteristics every moment. I remember Liam doesn't drink; how could he be the one puffing this robust wrap of weed?

The burn seared their throats, eliciting a mutual hiss of satisfaction. Xavier lit a cigar, the scent of tobacco filling the room as he leaned against the very desk where he'd just claimed Sky. His arms crossed, his gaze was sharp, but there was a faint smirk playing on his lips. Dante took a long sip from his glass, eyeing his friend. "So, who was the lucky lady you were banging in here?" Xavier arched a brow, his expression unyielding. "Anyone I fuck is none of your business, Dante."

I hope there's going to be some free pussy to fuck," and then he took the cigarette out of Tiger's hand and smoked it himself. Before leaving, Jack gave him a knowing wink. . . . ….

Sometimes I can't even read his facial expressions, because they are blank and expressionless most of the time. “Guess you had so much fun with your so called best friend” “Come on Liam my friend has a name” “Hmmm, he does” He mumbled sarcastically and brought out a cigarette and lit it, I don't know why but he's been smoking a lot recently, it's more like he's going back to his old habit of smoking. “When are you breaking up with him?” He asked puffing out air, “Not yet he's…” I haven't finished what I was when he pulled me and suddenly pinned me against the nearest wall,

“It’s obvious that we’re not doing as well as you are. All of us went to prison together back then, but your career is currently skyrocketing like a space shuttle.” He took out one and handed it to Hector. Hector did not take the cigarette from him. “I’ve quit smoking.” The man inserted the cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit it, and took a puff. “Even Maverick can’t satisfy you now?” “I’ve quit smoking, for real. It’s not that I don’t like it.” Hector lowered his gaze, smiled, lowered his head, and took a glimpse at his watch. “It’s getting late already. Thank you for sending me back.”

I would love to find out how loyal he is to Carlos, that motherfucker. “Mario,” I smiled and withdrew from him, grabbing the packet of cigarettes on the table. I took out one stick, playing with the metallic lighter before I finally lit the cigarette. The sweet and intoxicating scent of tobacco wafted into my nose and inhaled deeply, before bringing it to my lips. I glanced at Jeff and Cenzo, Cenzo, my innocent killer. He had a baby face, with a ruthless heart. Jeff sometimes takes a while to kill but Cenzo, he does it instantly, his gums never leaving his mouth, which never stops whining.

Yohan shrugged, "If you're not around, there will be smoking." Sara sighed, clearly not pleased with Yohan's habit, “Yohan…” "Is that so?" Sara's anger flared. Observing her upset, Yohan embraced her around the waist and nuzzled his face into her neck. "Let's go for it," he murmured in a rough voice.