Smokescreen Quirk Novels & Stories

Jack’s Pov The air was filled with the smell of smoke, both from the cheap cigarettes I favored and the remnants of a fire long since extinguished in the fireplace. I leaned back in my chair, dragging on my cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the dark. If you intend to seek for the services of criminals, you need to play the part. The men in front of me shifted uncomfortably. They each took turn in taking subtle glances, perhaps to see the slightest sign that I was messing with them.

Secrets have a way of coming to light, especially when someone like me is determined to uncover them. "You're bluffing," she snapped, though her voice shook. "Am I?" Tony chuckled darkly. "Let's just say I have a few surprises in store for you. Enjoy your perfect little life while it lasts." The line went dead, leaving Violet clutching the phone, her hands shaking. A Storm Brewing

I flicked in annoyance and switched her phone off as I looked out the moving scenery from the car’s window. Reaching the estate, I stepped out of the car. Rows of men awaited and they bowed upon my presence. I took out another stick of the cigarette with my custom made lighter I ordered during my stay in Shanghai a year ago, and burned the stick as I inhaled the cancer. I must quit smoking knowing it’s harmful for health but I can’t live myself without it when I already got dependent on it, especially with all the fucking trobles coming on me. “Get the girl” I signaled while breathing out the smoke as one of the guys near me standing in the line walked to the other side to get her and I walk

V. Slipping out, I found a shaded spot off to the side and stood under it. It was dark enough that my face should be hidden mostly but my body is visible. Pulling out a cigarette, I pretend to smoke. Nothing is less noticeable than a guy smoking. “Thank you all for coming! This is a night to remember indeed! On my continuing tour of visiting the states for my campaign, I will also be signing a new bill! The Savings Bill is the most important bill we can have as holding people accountable for their businesses is dire! Too many people are using your hard earned money and the government is here to put an end to it!” Jonathan was making a big production but it was my time to shine. Putting my ci

I mutter, straightening and smoothing my hair back with a hand, quickly regaining my composure. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” he winks, lifting a half burned-out cigarette and tipping his head toward it. I give him an assessing once-over, concluding that he’s definitely over the legal smoking age. My gaze flits from the glowing orange end of the cigarette to his eyes, narrowing in confusion. “You trying to quit or something?” “Alpha frowns upon smoking on packhouse grounds.” He brings the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply before blowing a plume of smoke out into the air between us.

With that, he hangs up. The moment the line goes dead, I boot my system and do a little research. The attacks Richard talked about are actually on the news. He's not as incompetent as I taught. But how did I not notice a trail? Whoever is after me sure does know how to cover his tail. A sharp, pungent smell irritates my nostrils. I rub the back of my palm across my nostrils, sniffing and looking around, trying to sort out the source of the smell. I expelled air from my lungs suddenly with a loud, sharp noise. Coughing and coughing. Thick grayish white mist wafts through the air, obscuring the visibility of the desktop screen. I wave my hands across my face, fanning the smoke away.

DAMIAN Matteo leaned over, close enough for me to catch the faint scent of smoke lingering in his hair. His eyes flicked across the screen, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So… what now, brother?” I grabbed the pack of cigarettes from his hand, the paper crinkling beneath my fingers. Lighting one, I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl like a ribbon across the dim light of the room. The show had begun.

The dim light of the screen illuminates his face, highlighting the harsh lines etched around his eyes and the cruel scar on his mouth. He clicks on a thumbnail, and Mia Corvin's I*******m page blooms across the screen. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound devoid of humor, filled with something far more sinister. He takes a long, deliberate puff from his cigarette. He scrolls slowly, meticulously, through Mia's pictures. Sun-drenched landscapes, perfectly posed selfies, artfully arranged flat lays of books and coffee... basic, bland. But Reese sees something else beneath the polished surface. He exhales a trail of smoke, the grey after effects curling towards the ceiling. He suspects M

I knew the secret now—but how was I supposed to expose it? Smash the wall open? No. That would only put me in the same humiliating situation as before, letting him twist the story and paint me as mentally unstable. Staring at the markings on the blueprint, a plan slowly formed in my mind. I spent several days preparing. Then I procured a special type of smoke compound—completely harmless, but with an incredibly strong odor, like sulfur mixed with rotten eggs. Even the faintest leak would fill a sealed space instantly. Another Wednesday evening passed. Marc texted to say the new line was entering final review. He and the core designers would be working late, and I shouldn't wait for him.

“I’m sorry. I had something urgent to deal with, so I came back late.” Estelle pivoted to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Simultaneously, she noticed the scent of his cologne intensifying, bordering on overpowering. Suddenly, a tickle in her nose prompted an uncontrollable sneeze. “Sir, have you been smoking again?” she asked. “Can you detect the smoke? I specifically lingered downstairs to let the smoke fade,” Mr. Mysterious responded. “It’s not that I’m forbidding you from smoking. It’s just that I believe it’s detrimental to your health, so I hope you can cut down on it,” Estelle advised.