Smoker X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

I break off, flushing with heat. His eyes darken. "Sex scene?" My throat tightens, making it impossible to swallow. "I was going to say it." He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "I suppose your right, but don't you ever read it and want them to just get to it already, that it's obvious they want each other." "Didn't know you read romance." My accusatory tone makes him smile. The thought of Hale laying in his bed with this particular book open, reading through the graphic scene makes my toes curl.

“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.”

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."

He chuckled, frowning slightly before belly laughing. "So that's why you're so wet when you read?" He asks me. I smiled secretly, a blush burning my skin as I realised I let out my smut addiction. It's true; he played with me sometimes when I read, and I was constantly dripping wet. "Perhaps..." "I want to read one; perhaps then I'd better know what you want," he grinned. "I'm sure you could read on my Kindle."

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

To dispel the hassle of his head, he reached into his trouser pocket for a cigarette and a brass lighter. "You wanna one?" Zack offered Alex. He thought he must also need something to lighten the knot in her brain. "Thank you. I think I need it." “Do you think this is a bar you can just smoke a cigarette at?” Tyler shouted angrily, but he also did nothing to stop Zack and Alex from smoking in front of him. “If you want, you can take it too.” "No, thanks. Amber is very sensitive to cigarette smoke. She will be furious if she finds out I smoke cigarettes.”

He moved into the space between the…wossnames…uppybits of the crenellations, braced his elbows on the stone, and blew out a wisp of cloudy smoke. There was just enough room for her to squeeze in next to him, so she did, not quite realizing that just enough would bring her leg against his, his hip to hers, their upper arms into a warm L of togetherness. “That ain’t no Marlboro Light,” she drawled. “No, it’s a Dunhill. If you’re going to sin, you should sin thoroughly and with conviction.” Words to live by. “It’s one cigarette. If that’s your idea of sin, I have to admit I’m slightly disappointed.”

That was enough for me. After that, I left the room to see Blake standing by the door of the room opposite us. He looked at me but didn't seem to want to say anything, so I shrugged. Time to get drinking with Zack!" -Blake's POV- "She smokes a pack of 20 a day, overworks herself and drinks all night. She's making herself worse and slowly killing herself"

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.