Smokescreen Quirk Novels & Stories

Lorenzo Demario After Adrianna came in looking like sex on wheels,i had no choice but to let her partake in the interrogation. I saw her smoke. While I didn't like smoking or encouraged it,I've never seen a more smoking sight. I gave her a questioning look but she just rolled her eyes before replying," I only smoke once in a while". When I thought her smoking was hot,I nearly convulsed at seeing her throwing back whiskey shots. Her hair looked fiery in the dim yellow lighting.

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?!”

His eyebrows raised in exaggerated suspicion as if he were daring me to deny it. I was about to respond and paused when I realized that I had slipped up again. Of course, my sister, along with her other vices, was a smoker. I couldn’t remember the last time I had smoked, but now that I’d thrown myself into this situation, claiming ‘Ashton’ magically quit smoking would only make this situation more suspicious. Attempting to give him my most bored expression, I stretched out my hand, a playful smirk playing on my lips. “You should give it to me.”

A soft smile was on his face that quickly disappeared. It was different from the evil smirks or mischievous grins he had most of the time. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle. I was starting to see what those girls saw in him. "You know shooting stars are meteors, right?" There was a bit of smugness in his voice. I took the last bit of my shawarma, chewing it lightly. "Science ruins everything fun." I sneered. Mikhail pulled out the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. The scent of burnt tobacco and several chemicals, which were unhealthy, lingered. The edges crack lightly as it burns.

“Let’s go inside.” I grip the edges of his coat with my fingers and complete my question. “Why are you suddenly smoking?” He shrugs. “No reason.” Yeah, right. Even if I’ve only been around him for small pockets of time during the past seven years, I know him well enough to know when he’s bullshitting me. “So you just happened to get home really late and then decided to have a smoke at two am for fun?” I ask. He rubs the back of his neck and releases a sigh. “It was a long day, okay? A friend dropped one of his cigarettes in my car and I…I don’t know, I just thought it would be relaxing. It’s not like I intend to get back to smoking.”

He gave life to a cigarette and puffed it as he said, "Don't worry, I'll keep quiet. I'm only a nuisance when I wanna be." I scowled at his cigarette. "That's disgusting. Out it." So much for ethical principles. Nelly shook his head. "It'll keep me quiet. It's either this, or me talking your ears off coaxing you to be my girl." "Not a chance. Your smoking habit alone is turn off number one.” He winked as he sucked in another draw, then blew the smoke in my direction. "Make me an exception." "Out it," I insisted. "No."

His disgusted and disdainful expression was so clearly express that the two guys who clearly perceoved this guy gaze had slowly but quickly lowered their hands, taking the initiative to squash the end of their cigarette distinguishing the smoke coming from it continously and got carried by the wind. The one guy who was the first one to get his smoke distinguish and disperse to the wind as Maki scrunched up his nose because of the bad smell coming from the smoke. Maki felt strangely releived that he had promised his lover to quit smoking because if he do smoke again, his daily breakfast but bad to the kidney resulting on kidney deffiency will be gone and shattered. Ash had a fawning smile on

After coming out, she would not be like before, smoke can not leave her hands. Hearing the cough,Aaron quickly put out the smoke in his hand, and then threw a whole box of cigarettes and lighter into the garbage can. The little woman doesn't like the smell of smoke, so he doesn't smoke. "Quit." "Why quit smoking?" At first she was just bored, lighting a cigarette in his office, afraid she burned his important documents, so scolded her and drove her out of the office. Later, in order to attract his attention, she developed the habit of smoking in front of him. He scolded her, she never angry, just to him "giggle" straight smile, but also deliberately put his mouth to his mouth, spit smoke at

He liked to do all the questioning. "A few months ago. I can't remember. I was really pissed off one day, someone offered me one and it seemed to calm me down for some reason. I don't smoke a lot, but I do smoke. So, get used to it. I'm not giving it up." I say casually like I was talking to an old friend or something. Not the most dangerous werewolf in the country. And I was lying about not smoking a whole lot. I smoked a lot more than what he would probably like.

Every breath turned to steam before vanishing into the dead air. “Keep tight,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the crunching beneath us. We were ghosts moving in white hell. Then—a scent. Faint. Bitter. Smoky. Sootshade. A rare herb. Burn it, and wolves can’t pick up shit. That’s what they were using. Smart bastards. I narrowed my eyes. I couldn't see jack through the dense dark. My night goggles flickered for a second—interference. Fuck. Then it moved.