Smoker X Novels & Stories

The sharp, acrid scent of tobacco smoke hung heavy in the air. Silas never smoked. In all the months I had lived under the Schmidt roof, surrounded by their violence and their secrets, I had never seen him touch a cigarette. He only reached for it when he was completely cornered by his own mind, using the bitter smoke to mask a vulnerability he couldn't control. Right now, I could tell he was smoking just to stay strong. He was clinging to the burning ember, forcing his muscles to lock down because he didn't want to shatter in my presence.

“It’s been so long, and he’s still not done smoking?” Rosie’s eyes filled with worry and disbelief. Xander laughed again. “When his nicotine craving hits, one cigarette isn’t enough. He’ll be out soon. Now, I smell like smoke.” Rosie shook her head with resignation. “He may be young, but he shouldn’t smoke like that!” Xander nodded in agreement. “Yes, I should talk to him about quitting.” Ivanka raised an eyebrow in contemplation but said nothing. Michael remained seated on the couch. He did not seem to care about Ivan’s actions.

Xander took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He said, "Light it up, Gracie." His gaze was clear and piercing under the dim lights. Grace's heart skipped a beat. She took out a lighter and lit it up. The flame illuminated both their faces. Xander asked, "You didn't know how to smoke in Coronia. When did you learn it?" Grace replied, "Nobody was looking after me in Pamore. I just learned to smoke on my own." Grace lit his cigarette and tossed the lighter away.

he exclaimed, lifting his head after sniffing cigarette smoke,"-what are you doing! Smoking is fatal. Especially now at your condition." "Relax! Will you? It's not like I'm not aware. Open the window for me, please doctor!" I nudged, blowing out a huge puff of white smoke. It had been long since I smoked. It was really refreshing. "Unbelievable, Becca!" Xander complained as he stood up from his chair and walked towards the window. He pushed the pane open, drawing the curtains to the side to let in more light in the late afternoon. He stood by the window, staring outside.

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

He had a freshly lit cigarette between his slender fingers, which he brought to his mouth to take a puff before exhaling a thin wisp of smoke. Sherlyn was extremely captivated by the man's mature and handsome side profile as he smoked, and it took her a while to recover from her mesmerized expression and say, "... Mister Jeremy, why are you here all alone? Won't you come back to the table for lunch?" Jeremy raised his eyebrows and glanced calmly at her. "I have a nicotine addiction." Sherlyn smiled, "I see... Well, do come and have lunch once you're done with that cigarette. Otherwise, the food will go cold."

This motherfucker beat me to it. He was sitting casually on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, his right arm draped along the backrest. A cigarette rested between the fingers of his left hand. He brought it to his lips and exhaled slowly, his head tipping back as his eyes fell shut. His lips parted slightly. And he was seriously smoking inside the house? “Smoking is bad for human health. You should do it often for a high chance of getting sick,” I said sarcastically. I continued walking over to him, his profile coming into view. His nose was sharp and so was his jawline. He really could be the epitome of perfection only if he weren’t such a jerk.

“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.

Wade knew that Edward was an inveterate smoker deep down although he had never seen him smoke before. Piqued by his curiosity, he said, “Mr. Levin, although cigarettes are bad for your health, it doesn’t hurt to have one or two sticks once in a while. The reason you were prohibited from smoking was due to your poor health condition, Mr. Levin. But your health has improved significantly since then, so I guess it is fine for you to enjoy a stick right now.“