Novel & Cerita Smoker X Luffy

I put the stick between my lips and light the end, inhaling the smoke deeply. "Really? You have to smoke on our way to a party?" Lacey says, her voice laced with distaste. I hold the cigarette between my fingers and look at her like she just sprouted another head. "Yes, I have to smoke now. I'll either be too drunk to do it later or too busy to do it later," I say with a smirk and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. She tries to stay angry with me but ends up laughing when I hump the air to emphasise my point.

Yaslyn walked toward Xylon. The expansive blue sky seamlessly blended where the deep blue sea touched the horizon. Standing next to Xylon, Yaslyn took a deep breath, detecting the sharp aroma of the sea salt mixed with a hint of cigarette smoke. "I'm not particularly fond of smokers," Yaslyn commented with a frown, taking a few steps back. Waving away the smoke with his hand, Xylon assured, "Don't worry, the smell will be gone in a moment."

He put one of the thin white sticks to his lips and flicked a silver cross-engraved liter, igniting the end of it before taking a drag from it and putting the liter away. Layla watched the thin white puffs of smoke flare from his nostrils and mouth as she stood there in amazement. She had not liked smokers herself due to her father being one, but she found something relatively sexy about how smooth this handsome man had been when the smoke filed out of his flaring nostrils.

Grimacing, I tried to ignore his lack of manners; he's always been a bit crude. “It's good to see you again, Leon. I've heard things haven't completely gone to hell since I've been gone,” Stefan said with a wicked smile on his face. Grabbing a cigarette out of the pack he had tucked away in his pants, he lit it and blew a smoke ring in the air. Fuck it, I grabbed a cigar from a box in my drawer and lit it, not wanting to be the only one not smoking. We didn't get addicted to nicotine like the humans did, but it gave us a sense of calm.

Liam watched her with a loving gaze, admiring her passion for capturing the fleeting moments of life. Meanwhile, Liam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag, the smoke spiraling upward and dissipating into the air. The sight of Liam smoking always concerned Rose, but she knew it was his way of finding a moment of calm amidst the chaos of the world.

I just bit my lower lip and went out of my room. I was like a wilted vegetable as I headed to the kitchen, but I backed away in surprise when I saw Luca sitting in a chair. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so I could see his muscular body, which was covered in tattoos and scars. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew out smoke before looking at me. "Hey." He smiled at me and puffed on his cigarette again. My vision became blurry as I looked at him, and the corners of my eyes started to sting. I clenched my fists and avoided his gaze.

Damien said indifferently. Elijah did not reply and silently enjoyed the scent of smoke, filling his lungs and senses. "Tch! Too bad then, you won't be able to get hold of the evidence." Elijah tsked with a smirk. "So you both are still in touch." Damien clenched his jaw. Elijah laughed. He throw the remaining of his smoked cigarette on white marble floor, and lit another one. After taking a puff Elijah finally loomed at Damien.

I parted mine to accommodate what his doing, the stick is clasping over my lips as he stare at me with flaming desire. A dark intense gaze of him whilst he encourages me to take a hit. The pounding in my heart intensifies as my gaze follows over his gaze, embracing the intensity of his gaze as he waited for me to do what he wants. I cough. Major Sullivan laughed as I cough because I cannot take the smoke and the bitter taste of it. I can still feel the taste in my tongue as I wipe my lips and give the piece of cigarette to him. He laughs as he get it from my hand and patted my hair.

“Oh, and here are some pictures from our bed. Look at them. They might help you understand the case.” The photos showed a man and a woman entwined. The man’s handsome face shone with decadent desire. It was Matteo. Sophia left. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Each tap seemed to strike Alicia’s fraying nerves. The office was empty except for her. After a long while, Alicia opened a drawer. She pulled out a box of slim cigarettes she had not touched in a long time. She took one out and lit it. Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly.