Smokescreen Quirk Novels & Stories

I never miss what I want. ** The room was dark. Smoke curled slowly. I sat back and watched the video. No sound mattered. Faces on screen. Movements I wanted to see. Things that made the throat tighten and the smile come easy. A small smirk pulled at my lips. Cold. Mean. The kind of smile that eats people. I finished the clip, watched it end. The screen went black. I tossed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. The smoke fogged the air. I stood.

He’d clearly meant it as a joke, but I didn’t miss the hopeful glint in his eyes. “No,” I said without hesitation. Reuben’s grin faltered before he chuckled dryly. “Harsh, but fair. You’ve always been the serious type.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke?” “I thought you quit.” He shrugged. “Old habits die hard.” He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly. The acrid smell wafted through the room, and I fought the urge to grimace. Smoking was his crutch when he was nervous, and seeing it now only confirmed my suspicions that he hadn’t come here for a friendly chat.

He blew out a puff of smoke. It wafted back in their direction, getting in her face. He apologized and turned in the other direction. “What do you mean?” he asked. He had that weird croaky voice people got in the middle of smoking. “You’re a radiotherapy tech and you’re smoking.” He shrugged as if missing her point. “On the bright side, you have the contacts if you need it,” she went on. Riley looked a little offended. “Quitting is harder than you think.”

“—see what I see?” Instead of answering, Hail wheeled around. There were about ten Wielders who were looking at Z, some of them were staring out of vain curiosity, while some were able to see through the odd transition of her skin. Gently waving his hand in the air, smokes issued from it, spreading from the space, filling the gap until it trapped the ten Wielder in a barrier made of smoke. It would, in the meantime, keep them from seeing anything while the smoke worked in tampering the memories of what they’d seen.

“I have to leave. Now.” “But wait—” “I hope to see you again, and Quin.” Before I could reach for her, before I could say anything else, Quin lifted her hand. A small orb, no larger than a marble, dropped from her palm to the ground. The moment it cracked open, a hiss of silver smoke exploded outward, thick and fast, flooding the space between us. It wasn’t normal smoke—it clung to my skin, burned slightly in my lungs. I stumbled back, coughing hard, eyes watering as the world around me vanished in the haze.

He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?" "Occasionally," he immediately answered as he remembered that he was smoking while on his way home, putting his eyes back on the road and his focus on his driving. "But not occasionally enough to make it a habit. Why? Does the cigarette smoke bother you?" he then defended and asked whilst panic slowly crawled up his leg, thinking that he's about to lose his brownie points though he hasn't earned them yet. He inwardly noted not to smoke i

But the smoke in my lungs tells me something I don’t want to admit. You can quit habits. It’s much harder to quit feeling seen.

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.

But if he didn't make it to her, plan B wouldn't even be able to commence. With shaking hands, he hunted through the strapped bag he had on his shoulder and grabbed the first smoke bomb he found before throwing it in Damon's direction. "That oughta bring you mutt down!" He grinned, slowing down slightly so he could stare gloatingly at the smoke screen he had successfully created. That smoke bomb also had traces of wolvesbane so Kevin was certain that no werewolf would be able continue moving at full speed after having inhaling it....not even Damon. This was his chance, his chance to spring towards her cell! But again, he had underestimated his enemy.

“It’s your job to satisfy the customer, Jones.” They were both groping my ass now, long red nails scratching over my jeans, teasing the muscle. My cock was already throbbing hard, 9¾ inches straining down my left pant leg. Their hands moved to my thighs, getting dangerously close. I could feel their heat, smell their perfume and cigarette smoke. “Do you smoke, Jones?” Gigi asked. “Just cigars…” “We both love smoking big, fat cigars,” Mary said with a dirty little laugh. Mary’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me between her spread thighs until her massive tits were pressed firmly against my back. She yanked my black t-shirt up, exposing my abs. “Look at this… he’s been hiding a six-pack u