Spike Spiegel Cigarette Novels & Stories

Something resembling an anxiety spider or a bad decision beetle. As I tried to approach the tattoo shop, which was in a plaza with a large parking lot for the pizza place and post office, Zach stood out and about with what appeared to be a cigarette in his mouth and his head leaned up against the building, eyes closed. Of course, he continues to smoke. That was to be expected. "You still smoke, do you?" I inquired as I approached. "It's a candy cigarette," he said, lowering his head to look at me. It makes me feel cool and allows me to act as if I'm taking smoke breaks."

“They knew exactly what they were doing. This isn’t random.” Cedric arrived just then, holding a small vial and a set of tools. His eyes flicked to the plant and then back to me. “This is a Nightshade hybrid—something we’ve only seen in rare, controlled experiments. It’s highly lethal. Whoever planted this knew exactly how to manipulate it.”

he said, referring to the broken glasses on the floor. Siege brought out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. Claiming one from it, he lit it up with his lighter after placing it in his mouth. "I never seen you smoking before," I commented after he held his cigarette with two of his fingers. "So, what's this room for?"

He moved into the space between the…wossnames…uppybits of the crenellations, braced his elbows on the stone, and blew out a wisp of cloudy smoke. There was just enough room for her to squeeze in next to him, so she did, not quite realizing that just enough would bring her leg against his, his hip to hers, their upper arms into a warm L of togetherness. “That ain’t no Marlboro Light,” she drawled. “No, it’s a Dunhill. If you’re going to sin, you should sin thoroughly and with conviction.” Words to live by. “It’s one cigarette. If that’s your idea of sin, I have to admit I’m slightly disappointed.”

Caspian pondered for a moment, then he looked at Maisie and said, "Maisie, can you prepare more smoke balls for me when I return? However, I want to add one ingredient to it." "What is it?" Maisie asked. A wicked light flashed in Caspian's eyes, "Something spicy, like pepper. I'm going to use it to hit people." "Pepper…" Maisie imagined the scene and felt a chill running down her spine. Her junior… was creative… If other people suggested this, Maisie would think that it was a despicable and insidious idea. Nonetheless, since this was Caspian's idea, Maisie felt it seemed feasible, so she arranged for the shopkeeper to let someone try it.

She stood quietly admiring the beauty, the way the cap flipped open to reveal the flames. He slipped a slim black and gold case from his upper drawer that always seemed locked, the kind of indulgence a man like him didn't reach for often. With practiced ease he drew out a single cigarette - black paper, gold tipped. A sobranie black Russian. Ariel frowned. “You smoke?” Connel's lips curled faintly. “No. Not really.” He rolled the cigarette between his fingers. “Once a year or less. Call it a ritual.” She watched him light it, closely and deliberately. The flame catching with a soft crackle. Smoke curled upward against the lamp light.

Luca, seated to his right, flicked open his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his face before he lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke coil around him like a ghost before he passed the lighter across the table to Rafael DeSantis. Rafael took it with a nod, his own cigarette already perched between his lips. Aziel Tau leaned forward, sleeves rolled up, his forearms flexing as he tapped a few keys on his tablet. “Forty percent to SpitFire Technologies, and fifteen each to the rest of us,” he murmured, studying the numbers that glowed on the screen before him.

He spits out. I scoff loudly, tilting my head. “You planned that slaughter, didn't you?” I ask. He grins and shakes his head. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He pulls out a lighter and lights a stick of cigarettes. I sigh out, feeling impatient as he takes a drag and exhales the choking smoke of the cigarette before turning towards me again. “I didn't,” he blurts out as he exhales another smoke. I narrow my eyes in confusion.

Steffy automatically kicked the side of his leg when she heard that, making him groan in pain. "What's that for? Jeez," moaned the young man. Steffy took a few steps and sat at her usual spot. Taking an expensive cigarette, she lighted it up and casually put it between her lips. "Do you smoke?" she asked him. "You bet!" She tossed the pack along with a golden lighter. Yolo expertly caught them both. "Woah. These are expensive!" In his hand was a pack of Ashton VSG Corona Gorda, one of the most in-demand luxury cigars on the market.