Smoker X Tashigi Novels & Stories

, I hear Tash's voice from behind me. "He called to inform us he won't be around until the weekend. We checked and you weren't at home and we knew you went with him. When he came back he was so pissed sparks came out from him", he ends knowing the last sentence confused me. "We all have element we are good at and it is something that emit from us when we are pissed or livid. Yours is fire that is why so much heat eminate from you. Tareem is lightening, Tash is electric sparks and mine is wind. Understand?", Tash asks and I nod and he stares at the supposed bridge.

It felt weird that I was actually talking about my family to Asher. " That's the opposite of my mother then. She is fashionable, but she would rather go for the trending designs." He said, chuckling. I was about to say something when the waiter approached us. I was staring down at the menu when he spoke. " Good morning Mr Smith, good evening Miss. It's a pleasure serving you tonight. What may I get you?" He asked. I recognized that voice at once. " I'll like a Grand Velas Tacos but instead of the usual Kobe beef, I want crab Sushi with Almas Beluga Caviar with a gold flake-infused corn tortilla. For me and my girlfriend, thank you."

Jason reached into his pocket and took out a small silver tin, taking out one of his hand rolled cigarettes he lit it; his eyes never moving from the speck for an instance. "I really wish you'd quit that shit, it smells fucking terrible" Devon said, not a muscle moving on his body. I rolled my eyes. Jason had been a smoker, and of course when everything went to hell in a handbasket, cigarettes were the least of anyone's concern. Except his. Probably because he smoked like a damn chimney he may as well have been a walking cigarette ad. He had taken to attempting to grow his own tobacco plant and rolling them, it was obviously a terrible failure but it hadn't stopped him from trying. So we wer

Oh, hell no. "You said you wanted to stay away from me" "I did but..." I rolled my eyes and pulled out a stick of cigarette from my cleavages. I had stuck it in there after taking it from a random guy at the party ground. Taking out a lighter, I lit it up and started smoking. After the panic session I had gotten myself into, I needed this to calm my fucking nerves. "Please don't..." Shane said and started coughing. "You shouldn't be smoking, it's not good for your health"

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.

I bring the joint to my lips and suck in the smoke, holding it for all of two seconds before I sputter on a cough. “Fuckin’ lightweight,” Chase chuckles as he blows out his own smoke, plucking the joint from my fingers and taking another drag. I shoot him a glare as I continue coughing, lifting the champagne bottle from between my knees and taking a sip to alleviate the burning in my throat. As I lower the bottle, Chase snatches it away from me to take another swig, trading me for the joint. “What about Beta Rob, is he gonna be pissed that we’re smoking in here?” I ask, looking down at the joint between my fingers as I bring it to my lips. I inhale and somehow manage not to cough up a lung t

Typical demon stuff. “You know, smokers are liable to die young.” I joined him on the balcony, resting my back on the railings made out of some very smooth cold stone. He regarded me with a cursory glance and puffed. “I’ve been living for millennia, Xassin, I think I’ll be fine.” He tossed the cigarette away and opened the pack to find out that it was empty. He threw it down into the lava below and groaned in frustration. “I’m sorry for your loss.”, I said simply, knowing that Zeus had a special place in his grandfather’s heart, and vice versa. He chuckled.

The smell of the tobacco hit my nose and I smirked. "This cigarette gives off two things. Smoke and smell. You see you can wear a mask, and you won't be able to perceive it but that doesn't mean you can't see the smoke." I smirked as Seth rolled his eyes, and I placed the cigarette between my lips, drawing in a deep breath as I felt it in my lungs, exciting my veins before I puffed out the smoke from my lips.

This guy seemed to be the leader. The taller man shrugged nonchalantly. “Don't be a baby.” The man said as he tossed Stark’s pack of cigarettes onto a table. “It's for your own good. And it'll help you focus before we start” Stark stared at the man in disbelief. The idea of smoking a cigarette was completely foreign to him. It was almost unheard of. “You're serious, right?” he questioned incredulously. “Yeah,” the tall man replied. “This is our way of helping you think more efficiently.To tell us where the will is”

to keep his composure, and then he started nodding at me. "You are right Smoke. I am being rude. I came to tell you we do not need a war. I do want only two things from you, and then you will not need to deal with the Peak Crew anymore." I knew already what he wanted, he wanted Takara. Henry will not allow that to happen. I looked at my computer monitor knowing my men could see me in their security apps, hoping someone was watching. I needed someone to control the hot potato because he would walk around burning all of them. As for the other thing, I am not sure. I have no idea what else he could want from me. I stood up slowly and walked to the bar to pour another glass. When I turned to lo