Smoking Hypnosis Manhwa Novels & Stories

he whispered and puffed the smoke in her direction. She exhaled a little of the smoke and began to choke afterward, but that was her worst mistake, cause he enjoys watching her in pain. A demonic grin settled on his lips and he adjusted his body to seat horizontally against hers. “Come on baby girl, savor the moment! He teased and puffed the smoke right in her nostril again. This time he was forcing her to take them in. “Enjoy it baby girl” he whispers into her ears and puffs another smoke directly into her nose, his hand holding firmly onto her hair and his reddish black eyes piercing several invisible holes into her skin.

He moved closer, our skin touching and I felt my body freeze when we came in contact that I almost forgot how to breathe, my heart hammering in my chest. "Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered, looking at him from the side of my eyes. "Learning how to quit smoking," He answered, his finger grazing my hand upwards and I felt a shiver on my skin. I swallowed, my voice low, "How?" He took a hand full of my dark silk hair into his palm, sniffing it sensually like it was the most beautiful fragrance in the garden of flowers as he answered groggily, "Studying your body, bumblebee. The guidelines on how to stop smoking is clearly written on it and can be read by only me," he whispered.

But what was found inside always seemed to scare people away. Eventually, Sajida leaned back in her throne and let a smile tease her lips. Still, she didn't break her eyes off of me. She opened her drawer without having to touch the handle; a wave of her hand and the drawer slid open, and in the air, a cigarette arose. I knew what was going to happen - Sajida would light the end of the cigarette with her pyrokinetic powers and enjoy a smoke. Only this time, it didn't happen this way. She grabbed the cigarette from the air but didn't light it. Instead, she looked at me and said:

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

And that seemed to be the case with Nathan. Kelsey blew out a cloud of smoke from her cigarette that she occasionally had after sex. There was something pleasurable about the tobacco smell in her mouth and the puff of thick smoke in and out of her lungs. She laid on Nathan's bed naked, tangled in the white linen as she filled the room with the mist of Marlboro nicotine and tar while relishing the thought of how satisfied she was just a few minutes earlier.

I have never smoked before,” she says shyly. Zack’s eyes widened in surprise. “You want to try?” he asked, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Really?” He held the cigarette out to her, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the room. “Be careful,” he warned. “It’s not as easy as it looks.” he watched as she took a tentative puff, his gaze fixed on her lips. When she started coughing, he laughed and petted her back. “Not so bad, huh?” he teased. He took the cigarette back and took a long drag himself before offering it to her again. “Here, try again.” His fingers brushed against hers as she took another puff, and he leaned in closer, his voice low and husky. “You look really fucking hot

To get close to him in order to obtain the largest amount of this drug, she sticks the skin of her lips and nose to the visible veins of his neck, while she closes her eyes, unaware of what she is doing, without paying attention to the looks of the audience at their suspicious situation. Damontry awoke from what seemed like a mini drowsy period to widen her eyes what she was doing. Jongin smiled softly and grabbed her waist with a sexy feeling caressing his stomach. As if she had been hypnotized for a while, all her senses were numbed, leaving her body flying above the light clouds. She moved away from him a little and finds him looking at her and smiling, not like his usual smile, it is as

He continued, "We were very much in love." "You mean you and Camilla were in love." I smiled mockingly. "To this day, I can remember the taste of those infertility tonics you gave me." Maurice's jaw dropped, and he gaped at me. I continued, "Oh, and what was it that you said to me before I died? You asked me why I'd yet to go to hell. You said my existence stopped you and Camilla from being together. "You also said that I was cursed and that I shouldn't have dirtied the bedchambers you shared with Camilla. And after my death, you had me—the dignified daughter of the Chapman family—wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave."

After coming out, she would not be like before, smoke can not leave her hands. Hearing the cough,Aaron quickly put out the smoke in his hand, and then threw a whole box of cigarettes and lighter into the garbage can. The little woman doesn't like the smell of smoke, so he doesn't smoke. "Quit." "Why quit smoking?" At first she was just bored, lighting a cigarette in his office, afraid she burned his important documents, so scolded her and drove her out of the office. Later, in order to attract his attention, she developed the habit of smoking in front of him. He scolded her, she never angry, just to him "giggle" straight smile, but also deliberately put his mouth to his mouth, spit smoke at

His self-control snaps like a thin thread every time she appears in his sight- shimmering like the sea under the golden sun. He fetched a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up. Closing the windows, he took a deep drag, letting the thick smoke wrap around him, clouding his brain. He closed his eyes, wanting to savor the smoke without any thought. But her face tore through the fog, claiming his thoughts like she fucking owned it.