Smoker X Novels & Stories

Out of goodwill, Serena casually advised, "That's not a good habit, you better not pick it up!" The man suddenly looked up, his eyes lighting up, "You... don’t want me to smoke?!" "Not really!" Serena shrugged indifferently, walking past him, "Whether you smoke or not is your business. We're not married anymore, so I have no right and no need to control you! We met once, I'm just kindly reminding you. After all, there are still quite a few people every year who get lung diseases from smoking!" At this point, the image of Xavier suddenly flashed in her mind.

he muttered dangerously as he pulled out a cigarette. Smoke.

His disgusted and disdainful expression was so clearly express that the two guys who clearly perceoved this guy gaze had slowly but quickly lowered their hands, taking the initiative to squash the end of their cigarette distinguishing the smoke coming from it continously and got carried by the wind. The one guy who was the first one to get his smoke distinguish and disperse to the wind as Maki scrunched up his nose because of the bad smell coming from the smoke. Maki felt strangely releived that he had promised his lover to quit smoking because if he do smoke again, his daily breakfast but bad to the kidney resulting on kidney deffiency will be gone and shattered. Ash had a fawning smile on

"Xander remove a cigarette from the packet. "I saw the packet with your father,I kept it here with me to remind him in the future that he really is a weak man"Grandpa Mack sit on the white armchair intersecting the room. "Do you've a lighter?" "No because I don't smoke,you think your guy could?"

Xavier As I stepped out of the psychiatric rehab facility, the cool evening air enveloped me, a stark contrast to the sterile atmosphere I had just left behind. I slipped my hand into my pocket and retrieved a cigarette, the familiar ritual a comforting escape. I lit the cigarette with a flick of my lighter and took a long drag, feeling the nicotine coursing through my veins. My eyes drifted upward toward the sky as my mind began to wander. I knew I shouldn't be smoking, not with my health condition, but I couldn't bring myself to care. What was the point anyway? I was going to die soon, no matter what.

He draws smoke from his lips like a smoke dragon.

I was not fond of smokers, but everything Xander did was always entrancing. "Skyler didn't seem reluctant to let you go. So much for being in love, or are your feelings one-sided? " Xander scoffed. I folded my hands under my bosom in an imposing manner. "My affairs have nothing to do with you," I stated imposingly. Xander released a short laugh, and then he walked towards me, stopping exactly in front of me with his height towering over me. I could feel his breath fanning over my face with the scent of tobacco filling my nostrils.

And here Aaron takes out a cigarette from his pocket and lights up and starts smoking, sighing in relief. "Kakakkkaaa." She coughs all of a sudden as she smells the cigarette. He looked at her as she coughed! "Can you smoke a little away? I’m allergic to cigarette smoke." He looks at her while leaving the smoke outside. "Hmm." He turns his face and smokes the rest of the cigarette hurriedly as if he is about to smoke more. "Smoking is injurious to health. It causes cancer." She commented, grabbing his attention.

Who else would it be? “It’s a beautiful day… I won’t let you spoil it for me,” I hissed, still heading to the front yard. “Oh, come on… I was just stating the obvious,” Rex scoffed. He brought out a cigarette from his pocket and balanced it on the corner of his mouth. “Isn’t it too early to smoke?” “It’s never too early to smoke. What? You have an issue with smokers? ,” Rex asked as he walked beside me. “I just don’t like it. The smoke makes me sick, and I’ve read about how it endangers the body…”

Giving Charity a stern expression, I give one warning, 'Be respectful or I will have Xander leave your ass on the side of the highway. Following behind Fletcher I hear a small huff from the Gamma before she finds her senses and trails behind me knowing she can't stay here. Climbing into the passenger seat, Xander grabs a cigarette pack from his doorside. I have begun to realize he is a man of few words, as he opens the pack and offers one to me. With a shake of my head I politely decline, its not common for pack wolves to smoke, or do anything else other than drink alcohol. Throwing the pack back to Fletcher, he takes his own cracking all the windows driving in silence away from the pack.