Smoking Hypnosis Manhwa Novels & Stories

The couch felt like it was patiently waiting for me, and I violently collapsed into it with a loud groan, the immense weight of the night severely pressing down on me like cold, heavy chains. My hands absolutely wouldn’t stop shaking violently. I nervously fumbled with the pack of cigarettes, quickly tugged one free, and instantly lit it with stiff, trembling fingers. The small flame flickered, quickly catching the paper, and I fiercely inhaled like the smoke might truly give me something solid to physically hold on to. The smoke violently clawed down my throat, rough and bitter, but it absolutely didn’t calm me down. If anything, it burned harder, fiercely dragging the raging storm inside m

He extended his hand toward her. Hayden turned to look at him in confusion. “Mr. Hayden, give me a cigarette to smoke. I haven’t smoked for a long time, and seeing you smoke makes me want to smoke too.” Hayden kept quiet for a while before she fished out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Kevin. “Lend me your lighter.” Kevin borrowed a lighter from Hayden. He seldom smoked because Serenity and Jasmine did not like the smell of tobacco. Moreover, Zachary and Josh were quitting smoking. This made the other men of the Yorks think that their fiancée might not like the smell of tobacco too.

I pull his hands away, walking two steps away from him still coughing, my expression closing. "I hate this thing. " Vent, pointing to the cigarette with his head. He stares at his fingers, studying the cigarette in my mouth as if it were a work of art. "Smoking is like playing chess, you think you're in control, you have the power, but it's all an illusion. The game owns you. I listen carefully to his speech, sensing that there are many more words that are not being said. "Then why do you smoke?" He shrugs, a grim smile on his lips.

He draws smoke from his lips like a smoke dragon.

I have to do this. I am aware of Halen’s muffled voice and Constance growing in confidence as she rebuts his advances. Taking a deep, steadying breath I reach out with my mind again and take hold of a ghostly whisp of smoke, guiding it slowly and carefully towards the heavy, dark energy in the room. The smoke latches onto Halen and begins to trickle into his nose and mouth as he continues his desperate attempt to sway Constance back to him.

Then slowly—he raises a lit cigarette to his lips again, pulling in smoke like a damn movie villain. White, cloudy vapor floods my vision, choking me in the process. My eyes sting as I squint through the haze, waving my hands to clear the air. I cough. “Is this training over now? Because I’d love to get away from you and your fucking smoke.” “You don’t look like you want to leave,” he says airily, blowing his stupid smoke that's probably going to give him lung cancer—off in another direction. Just his voice and that damn smoke curling around us—it’s a storm cloud waiting to break.

“N-no.“ And I choke her hard again. Jaxon tried to get in between, but he just couldn't stand my way. “Man, stop now— “Grind.“ She did as asked. Trembling. Tears cascading down her cheek. I can feel her pulsating and warm. “That’s a good little whore.“ “Part your lips.“ When she didn't, I bit my vape and used my other hand to thumb-apart her lips, and she started sucking it in oblivion. “Good girl, Bunny.“ With her mouth still open, I puffed my vape and blew into her. Smoke dwindles around us. I do it to her again and again. Her lips touch mine, but I shove and use my tongue to transfer smoke to her. “Jace—“ Before she could even speak, I smoke shotgunned her again; her eyes started to roll

I whisper, reaching into my bag, lighting a cigarette and I take a long drag from the carcinogenic stick, allowing the smoke to coat my lungs generously before exhaling. "No one will ever grasp how you managed to make me scream with pleasure the way you did," I say with a cheeky smirk on my face as I stare at his picture. I nip at my bottom lip and tug at my earlobe as I allow my mind to be flooded with flashbacks of our raw, un-vanilla lovemaking and my heart starts to pound heavily against my chest.

Sighing, he fished out his pack of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, pressing the former on his lips, and began smoking. He was enjoying his port-like pleasant, slow time in silence, inhaling on the rolled of nicotine and tar by its filter then puffing a heavily thick smoke, observing it dance on the space of nothingness. It had been a while since he felt nothing but emptiness, it was giving him a bit of anxiety but somehow, it was comforting. He had done nothing to do, to think of, and to mind, even for just a bit of the time. However, his baccy-scented dreams of olive leisure were suddenly interrupted when his phone suddenly rang a notification. He took out his phone from his chest p

he asked before he sips over the cigarette, the smoke inside of his bloated cheeks, and when his fingers brush over the side of my lips. I know what he wants. He wanted me to have a taste of the cigarette through his mouth and who I am to decline. Without words, like a puppet under the influence of his drug, I parted my lips and draw his nape so I can taste the smoke as I crash my parted lips into his, blowing the smoke inside of my mouth like it's a normal thing to do. The sensation. The euphoric feeling makes me shut my eyes tight for I wanna feel this feeling of erotically messing with him.