Smokescreen Quirk Novels & Stories

(Third-person's POV) The territory media cameras responded instantly to the audience's eager demands. They swiveled away from Claire Redwood's completed feather painting, focusing entirely on Natalie Silverstone's mysterious workspace. Natalie remained steadfast before her easel, paper still inverted above the flickering candles. The black smoke rose in delicate tendrils, carrying countless fine carbon particles that settled like a gentle veil upon the paper's surface. The smoke-painting process was mesmerizing. Each wisp of smoke left its mark, gradually building an image through this revolutionary technique. The entire venue held its breath in anticipation.

Adrian’s POV “Since when do you smoke?” I jumped at the voice, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it while trying to maintain an innocent expression as I turned to Briar. “Briar, you are here,” I uttered a bit too cheerily. Selling myself out. Briar gave me a once-over. “I didn’t realize you smoke.” I chuckled awkwardly, patting my hair down to gather my thoughts. “It’s not a usual habit. I only do so when I am restless.”

And the way everyone reacted when I pointed that out, proved that there was really some shady frolicsomeness that goes on underneath the perfect polished image of the renowned VU. “We have an Ice room, where you will spend a few minutes of today baking well in the frigid cold. And when you leave that room, you will feel like millions of needles are biting and pricking through your skin. And that's the nicest. We have the smoke room also, and I tell you that isn’t the loveliest. They have this chemical they put in the vents causing them to emit some smoke that will fill your lungs, make you light-headed, and cause you to have tremors. Now the nice thing about this one is that the tremors will

It catches ԛuісklу and thеrе’ѕ way tоо much ѕmоkе. I grab my рurѕе аnd Jessup’s рhоnе. Thеrе’ѕ nо wау I’m nоt showing this tо Blаkе. I just have to рrау thаt thе smoke аlаrm hаѕ еnоugh bаttеrу power to dеtесt the ѕmаll blaze bеfоrе іt gоеѕ оut.

Skyler just said, “Just give it a try and leave here for a while. By the way, your absence will help get this matter out of the limelight that much quicker, don’t you think?” Scarlett took a lighter and a cigarette out from nowhere, and then she lit it up and took a small puff of her cigarette. She stared at the spark between her finger and said, “I haven’t smoked for a long time because of Carlos. I’m about to quit smoking...”

I could still feel his cold eyes staring at me. “Why are you staring at me?” He asked, and his voice was deep and firm. My palms became sweaty. I shook my head and opened my mouth to speak. I tried to come up with an excuse, but I was lost for words. “No…nothing.” I stuttered, feeling a little embarrassed. “Do you smoke?” he asked immediately, raising the smoke. “No, I don't,” I responded, feeling embarrassed. I didn't know how to tell him that I never liked the smell of cigarettes.

The smell from behind me increases. ‘What’s goin’ on?’ Pa wants to know. The rogue takes a few steps closer to me, and I have to make a choice. I cut to my right, toward a tree, and the rogue in front of me moves to cut me off. If that damn cedar wasn’t there, I could’ve dodged around him. Instead, I have to backtrack, and now there’s another rogue behind me. This one is even larger, but his gray fur looks like he’s got mites or somethin’. It’s sparse in several places. They both look deranged and diseased.

I whirled around, quickly extinguishing the cigarette and shoving it into my pocket where it smoldered uncomfortably against my hip. Michael stood in the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on me with that unsettling intensity he had inherited from Jaime. I immediately slipped into my fake persona. “Oh! Michael, sweetheart, I didn't see you there." I pressed a hand to my chest and laughed. "You startled me." His face remained completely expressionless. "The smoke will disturb Sara and Daddy doesn't like it." "Oh, it's not what you think." I waved my hand dismissively, even though I could feel the heat from the cigarette still burning against my pocket. "It's an herbal thing and it helps with stress

He spoke slowly, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. I crossed my arms over my chest, a lopsided smile playing on my lips. "I've been smoking for a while now. Wait, have you never seen me smoking before?" I asked, feigning surprise. Romeo shoved his hand into his pocket, the other still holding his cigarette. His gaze never wavered from mine, his piercing eyes didn't leave my face. "You can't fool me, Young," He uttered. I shook my head. "I could never smoke. Smokers are liable to die young. Smoking is bad for your health. You should think about giving it up, Sparks," I said bluntly.

He made a perfunctory promise and led July away. Out of the bar, Kevin Smith's face obviously sank. July, who has a sensitive personality, saw the change of his mood at once and asked cautiously, 'What's the matter? Why do you look so unhappy? ' 'July, what do you think of me?' Kevin Smith didn't go any further, but leaned against a car and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. Handsome and handsome people are particularly charming even when they smoke. July doesn't like the smell of smoke. The soaring smoke in the bar will almost knock her out.