Smokescreen Quirk Novels & Stories

“This dress really suits you. I love it.” She didn’t seem too concerned about where my hand was; her eyes were still locked onto the cigarette. Then, in a breathless whisper, she asked, “Y-you smoke?” I tilted my head, feigning confusion as I followed her gaze. My lips formed a small ‘o’ before I lifted the cigarette between us with a smile. The smoke curled up toward her face, making her cough immediately. “Oh, this?” I said innocently. “It’s for my stress. Works way better than those pills my therapist gave me. Want to give it a try?”

"You okay?" She looks at her hands then at me. She unfolds her hands revealing a package of white marble cigarettes. I left them in my council totally forgetting to move them, she didn't know I smoked and I didn't plan on telling her. "Y-you smoke?" She asks quietly. I take the cigarettes from her hand place them on the side of my door. "Occasionally, I'm not a consistent smoker," I answer brushing it off. "Declan I-I....it could cause cancer."

I hadn’t even laid eyes on the cub, I daren’t without concrete proof, truth be told, Smoke had always wanted a cub, I was the one that avoided the idea like the plague, and given how pissed off he had been with me over the last few years I wouldn’t put it past him to claim the cub as his own even if it wasn’t. ‘I wouldn’t do that.’ Smokes voice chimed in my head, startling me. While it was perfectly usual for shifters to converse with their wolves in the privacy of their own heads, it was never something Smoke and I had done, from day 1 the two of us had clashed. As shocked as I was at him speaking, I didn’t miss the doubt in his words, even he didn’t completely believe himself.

“Did you smoke?” He smelled of cigarettes. Blair hugged Mable back and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in greedily. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist and smoked one cigarette.” “Blair, did something happen to make you unhappy?” Mable knew he only wanted to smoke when he was very annoyed. Blair’s arms tightened, and he said hoarsely, “Mabes…”

She inhaled a long drag of smoke, filling her lungs completely before exhaling six flawless smoke rings, one after the other. It reminded me of the last time I’d seen something like that—back when my Uncle Guido quit smoking his filterless Lucky Strikes in the nineties. “Just so you know,” I whispered, leaning closer, “smoking causes cancer. And it wrinkles your skin.” After taking two more drags, she flicked the cigarette into an oversized planter. “Eventually, he’ll get tired of you and come to his senses. No matter how good the blowjob is—or whatever other favor you’re offering to keep him coming back—that’s bound to wear thin.”

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.

"I don’t like the smell of smoke on my hands." "Yeah… we were actually heading out for a smoke after proving Ruby wrong," Keely chimed in. Dane’s eyes flicked between us, unimpressed. "So… you smoke now?" "Yep," Keely nodded, looking completely unbothered. "Experienced smokers." "You too, Ruby?" Dane asked, turning to me. I forced a small, guilty smile. "Yeah… occasionally, though." "Hmm," Dane muttered, clearly surprised. "That’s… new."

she asked, her tone challenging. Nick was caught off guard, wiping his mouth to hide his surprise. "For doing that? Impossible." Mr. Wills, oblivious to the subtext, confidently stated, "Nick doesn't smoke. He's an athlete, a surfing champion, right?" "Yes," Nick replied, a forced smile on his face. "Surfing?" Noah asked, disappointment evident in her voice. She knew Mr. Wills had no idea his son smoked, and she resented Nick’s attempt to appear flawless. "Is there a problem?" Nick asked her, trying to maintain his composure.

"You quit smoking?" Erica couldn't help but laugh. "The chain smoker quitting? Love does work miracles."

Kevin bombarded Bradley with questions, deeply concerned by his condition. Bradley slouched in his chair and impatiently gestured at Kevin. "What?" Kevin was taken aback. Jonathan cautiously offered, "Would you like a cigarette?" Kevin was astonished. "You smoke?" Kevin had always viewed Bradley as a model of self-discipline. He had only seen Bradley smoke once, back when Esther's video scandal broke five years ago. It seemed that Bradley hadn't smoked since then. Jonathan retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his bag, handing them to Bradley.