Spike Spiegel Cigarette Novels & Stories

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

He fetches the pack of cigarettes from his pocket when he heard a voice from behind him, “Smoking kills, you know that right?” Levi didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. He press a cigarette in between his lips and lit it up with his lighter as he sniggered, “Yeah, well – I don’t plan to live long anyway,” He muttered and blew the smoke before he turned around to face smiling Piper.

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

The crowd watched in silence as the fire blazed, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. Mikhail stood there, watching the flames with a detached expression. The spy's screams soon faded, replaced by the crackling of the fire. Mikhail remained until the flames died down and all that was left was a pile of ashes. He turned to Spike, one of his most trusted guards. "Pack his ashes into a champagne bottle," he instructed. "Send it to Spain. Let them know what happens to those who betray us." Spike nodded, retrieving a champagne bottle and carefully collecting the ashes. Once the task was complete, he sealed the bottle and carried it away, ready to send the grim message.

Matteo muttered gesturing his head to the cigarette in Spade's hand, he grumbled not saying anything in response to what Matteo had just said. Something or rather someone was making him smoke, it was somehow relieving him of the stress his brain was currently passing through. He took the stick back to his mouth and took in another deep array of smoke, puffing it out he placed the stick on the small cigarette tray on his table. "Anything from Miller"? He asked and Matteo just shook his head, his eyes looking unsure, pondering if he should tell Spade or just let it pass The man already had a lot on his plate, most of it being about the kid, he didn't wanna add to it

So like a good citizen, I also stood behind em and waited for my turn. The girl in front of me got her coke and walked away. I started fumbling in my pockets looking for money when suddenly a huge arm shot out from my right and put in a crisp bill and pressed the button for a mountain dew right above my head. "Hey! I was here first" I said as I turned around and came face to face with Atlas Burnam who was looking at me with that same expression-less face of his.

It wouldn't do any better to caution him again. "Light my damned stick." He said stretching out a stick of cigratte which Jav quickly put a fire on. "Fucking old man... He better get his sagged ass over here." He said and took a drag of his cigratte which led him to begin coughing. "The doctor said you needed to quit smoking and stay away from your sexual enhancement drugs. You're hurting yourself Sparrow." Jav said with a hint of concern. "Motherfucker, talk only when you're asked to." He said standing angrily to his feet. He took another drag intentionally trying to get on his nerves. He blew the smoke to his face and let out a satisfied smile. "Remember your place Jav."

He’s not as crazy as last time at Tracey’s house. Spike blinked, held the Coke bottle, and took a sip. Unexpectedly, he spat it out the next moment. Amos was startled and quickly took out a tissue to wipe Spike’s mouth. “What’s wrong?” Spike frowned, picked up the pen, and wrote. “It’s so bitter.” Amos was stunned. “Really?” How could Coke taste bitter? Spike blinked his clear eyes, handed him the Coke, and wrote on the paper. “Try it.”

Can I really believe him with what's left of my past? “Fuck it.” I curse under my breath, lighting up a cigarette. It's been a long while since I smoked, but it's about damn time I lit up one again. I don't wanna see Spencer at the time and I need to think. With my sleep derived brain which is constantly trying to bring me down by making me relive my horrible past, I need something to help me with my head. A cigar seems to be the only good thing right now.

But it's not Celine if she doesn't give Justin a hard time. “He already has a daughter, Celine,” Justin said with a sigh of frustration. “I know,” Celine replied nonchalantly. “Anyway, why are you assuming the closeness in this photo is intense?” Justin chuckled. “You're too predictable.” He reached into one of his blazer pockets. He lit a cigarette and immediately puffed out the smoke. It filled the office with the smoke coming out of his mouth. “If this news gets out, I think there's one party who responded quickly and made these photos rise to the surface.”