Smoking Hypnosis Manhwa Novels & Stories

Kian’s POV The scenery in front of me was vague, but I kept staring at the Pack from my room’s balcony. I took a slow drag from the cigar in my left hand, and after a few seconds, I puffed it into the air. My head felt a little fuzzy but in a good way. The endless questions that filled my mind suddenly faded the moment I started smoking. Since Daphne left, you can say I have become a cigarette addict but then it was the only way I could feel better.

She smirked bringing the joint to her lips and with a snap a ghostly blue flame ignited and she lit the joint and sauntered down the dock, Boo at her side. Her back leaned on the pylon of the dock her fingers with one hand around the neck of the bottle and the other with the joint to her lips before she puffed out a cloud of smoke she slid down eyes trained outwards, I saw the sigh expel from her as Wyatt nudged me to follow, and I complied. “Ma Sha, why are you doing that right now, you haven't touched those in a while,” he asked. “Cleansing, gotta smoke out the bad juju,” she said looking back out at the water.

Whether it's just drinking or dancing with people there. It used to be that beautiful woman was so graceful and obedient. But a terrible event happened to him. Only he knows, even his parents will never know this secret. And this secret is the biggest reason he entered this dark and dark world. Make her a wild woman who knows no rules. If you feel depressed or upset, this is what it's like. Smoking a cigarette can calm him down. But when he enjoyed his cigarette, someone came and messed up his activities. "Can't you read?" said the man furiously after forcibly seizing a cigarette in Wilona's hand. Pointing his hand at the non-smoking writing written not far from Wilona's bench.

Smoke got extremely excited and my control started slipping away to the brim. "Give in Alpha. There's no way you can resist me. You wolf is literally begging. Do you want to deprive your wolf?" Skylar macking voice interrupt the battle between me and Smoke. My mind was drowning as the connection to my body became weaker and Smoke urges to take over. The stupid sound of his heavy breathing filled my mind and despite my disgust and hatred toward skylar, I could feel smoke's lust clouding my thoughts.

Someone explained that it felt like being on over 100 grams of cocaine. An hypnotizer that was used to force people to speak the truth. He settled back on his seat and swirled the smoke of the incense to face me. I couldn't avoid it. The smoke spread around my surroundings. It was impossible to avoid it. Few seconds later, the effect of the incense started kicking in. My vision was instantly blurry and my head became light. “We are just starting now. Shall try this again with a fruitful result.” He leaned forward, watching me angle my head away in an attempt to avoid the incense smoke.

The sharp, acrid scent of tobacco smoke hung heavy in the air. Silas never smoked. In all the months I had lived under the Schmidt roof, surrounded by their violence and their secrets, I had never seen him touch a cigarette. He only reached for it when he was completely cornered by his own mind, using the bitter smoke to mask a vulnerability he couldn't control. Right now, I could tell he was smoking just to stay strong. He was clinging to the burning ember, forcing his muscles to lock down because he didn't want to shatter in my presence.

My hands hovered in the air, and his massive hand held my wrists firmly. I pressed a soft kiss on his lips, then pulled back slightly to gather courage, returning for a longer kiss. I slowly sucked his lower lip, then his upper. The taste of his cigar smoke mixed with his scent, a blend I couldn’t resist. I stopped near his mouth and whispered with hot breath, teasing, "Won’t you stop smoking?" He looked at me calmly and replied in a low voice, "I don’t mind." I studied his captivating eyes and smiled without thinking, before he spoke again in his deep tone, "Go on, little cat."

CHAPTER 3: BEGGING FOR MORE ARIANA One of his large hands slid up my inner thigh, fingers spreading my pussy lips wide open while the other held the cigarette, inhaling deep. “See? Your pussy’s fucking dripping for me, kitten,” he murmured, exhaling a thick cloud of warm smoke directly over my bare, aching heat. The smoky warmth curled over my clit, making me jolt and moan loudly. My wrists strained against the ropes, my legs shaking violently in their bindings, but I couldn’t close them. Couldn’t escape the delicious torment.