Smoker X Novels & Stories

Angel went too far in thinking that she had made a mistake. The corners of his lips twitched once again in a faint smile, seeing what he got from his secretary. Angel must have always paid attention to him when he smoked. Otherwise, Angel wouldn't know his favorite cigarette. He was not a cigarette addict. He only smoked occasionally if he wanted to or when a client offered him a cigarette. Stepping back, Xander looked at the door in front of him with a faint smile. He would do something to repay her kindness. -00-

Quinn tapped a cigarette out of the pack and put it in her mouth. "Is it okay if I smoke in here?" Quinn asked as she knew that some men were very particular about women smoking. "Oh, I don't mind at all. Go ahead and smoke!" Xavier then handed her a lighter. After lighting the cigarette, Quinn took a few deep drags and then rolled down the car window. "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" Xavier asked. He knew that Quinn only turned to cigarettes when she was upset. Quinn rested her arm on the window and glanced over at him. "It's nothing. You want a smoke?"

he said taking his cigarette. She was still standing while breathing in and out. She stepped closer and stand up in front of him, while completely naked. he getting up from the bed spitting out the smoke on her face makes her cough while holding her breath. She has asthma and her Heart was tightened. she crouched down on the bed trying to breathe.

He flicked away the burnt ash of his cigarette and gave the cigarette directly to him as if he’d lost interest in a smoke. Xavier smiled. He did not mind at all. He lit his cigarette with it and threw it into the dustbin. Taking a puff, he exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked at Weston with a smile. He asked, “I remember you have quit smoking for a long time. Why start again?” Weston did not say anything. Instead, he leaned against the railing and raised his head slightly. His well-sculpted face from his side strangely exuded an exquisite balance that wasn’t superfluous.

Sean was sitting in front of his house dreaming. It was the middle of the night, but he couldn't sleep at all. In his hand was a box of cigarettes and a lighter. He had been considering whether to smoke or not. This was not an easy matter considering that in the past he almost died from smoking too much and drinking alcohol. The nasopharyngeal cancer was still haunting him, but on one side his head hurt. Sean needed at least one cigarette to calm him down.

Closing his eyes in pleasure, he smokes it. I couldn't help myself as I say "Let me try." They look at me, Cara's face sterner. "No." "Definitely not." "I don't think that's a good idea." "You're kind of an alcoholic, Barbie. I don't think you should add Cigarettes to your list." and I freeze, stating firmly. "I am not an alcoholic." "Okay. . ." "Case closed then." "If say think so." "Yeah right, and I'm not John Wick." Damon says, and we all look at him, humour written on Xaviero's face.

He could not help but cough several times, and tears almost sprang up in his eyes. He was instantly furious. He looked through the glass window. That little brat. Andrius had made himself at home and simply smoked in the room. The smell of smoke was quite strong and heady. Behind him, Officer Tom smelled the smoke and put on a nostalgic expression. “Captain Brown, this smoke smells a bit like the special tobacco from the military...” Only military officials would be able to smoke the special tobacco from the military. He had a comrade who received a cigar as a reward from a superior, so he remembered it vividly.

Since when did she pick this bad habit of smoking? Morana stared blankly at the remnant of the tobacco leaf, flying like dust in the air that felt choking in her throat. "Don't you know what you are doing?" Quirino said in a cold voice. "I am not a clean guy, I smoke." He admits. "But that doesn't mean you can smoke a box of cigarettes alone in a day! Don’t you think about your health, at all?!”

The prairie is every bit as dangerous as the sea, and here, sharks hide in every shadow. The scent of smoke hits my lungs, and I slow, lifting my head to take a deep breath. Something is on fire. I come to a stop and inhale a few more times. The scent of burning timber registers. This isn’t a grass fire. It smells like the forest after a lightning strike. But there is no forest near us. It has to be a structure fire. Another whiff brings the milder scent of burning leather–and then a fainter note of fur and flesh. “What is that?” Kan asks through the mind-link.

“Care to join me?” I shook my head, taking a step back. “No, thank you. I don’t smoke.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his expression. “You drink, but you don’t smoke? Interesting.” I stiffened but kept my voice even. “I don’t drink all the time. Just…when I’m in a mood.” His grin widened as he tapped ash from the cigarette. “Ah, I see. We have something in common, then. I only have my brown cigarettes when I’m moody too.”