Spike Spiegel Smoking Novels & Stories

FLAMES “You are killing me, baby”, I SLUMPED ON TOP OF HER, drained of everything. Five, six times and there was no quenching the hunger that racked my blood and veins every time this woman touched me or smiled at me. This past week had been defined by shit slapping me from every corner once it got the chance. Howard Spiro was a lunatic who had tried killing a ton of innocent people simply because he was on the loosing end with my father, after the little stunt he pulled, getting him incarcerated wasn’t a difficult feat.

I order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

If there were any more pressure, he would kill him. "Do you submit, or do I need to pull the rest of your f***ing teeth out?" Spike screamed. "I submit, I submit," Con said. Spike smirked, letting him up. In return, he kicked Spike's legs, making him fall. Spike did a sweep with his arms, breaking Con's leg. "Fuck," he screamed out. Spike got up, smirking.

I asked, still not looking at him as my eyes were fixed on the broken man being dragged across the floor. “Absolutely,” he replied with a smirk, wiping his hands on a rag. “I feel so pumped, almost like I’m high on drugs. I fucking miss this shit, man. We should do it more often.” He tossed the rag aside like it offended him, then pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took a long drag, smoke curling around his blood-splattered face before he exhaled with a slow, satisfied sigh, his head dropping back while I stayed silent. “How do you even know he was a spy?” he asked, taking another drag.

I replied softly. Spike grinned, his fangs peeking out slightly as he leaned in closer to me. "Good girl," he murmured before popping one of the pills into his mouth and slipping the other into mine. Taking a sip of my drink, the pill slid down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt a rush of euphoria wash over me. The music seemed to pulse through my veins, and the lights on the dance floor danced before my eyes. Spike took my hand once more and led me onto the dance floor, where we moved together in perfect sync. Our bodies rubbed against each other, my body feeling every touch like never before as the drug started to overtake me.

I have never done this before “Uh, yeah. Spence. You don't like it?” He smiled… for the first smile… I actually see him smile. I saw him before but not the way his eyes were sparkling. “I love it,”

he said as he handed me a can. I took the can from his hand and opened it with a pop sound before pouring it on the small plant nearby. "I would never try to kill you," Wahid said as I stared at the plant that was as it was before. "Can't trust a spy now, can I?" I said taking a sip of my beer. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "You are always in a hurry, enjoy the moment, enjoy this silence, I will tell you the news that'll make your day," Wahid smirked glancing my way.

Without delay, he shortened his speech and within moments, declared his acceptance: “I, Emory Saint, accept the role of Alpha of the Fire Stone Pack. I will guard it with my life and ensure peace and harmony for all who are part of or accepted into this pack.” As he spoke, a strange tingling coursed through my body. Sparks of electricity seemed to ignite within me, and my eyes turned a brighter, more piercing blue. Angora rushed onto the podium, standing directly in front of me as my eyes slowly returned to normal. We didn’t want the pack to see what was happening just yet—we needed to understand why Matthias had kept this secret all these years.

He replied with a smirk as he smoked. Piper rolled her eyes and waved her hand in front of her face as the smoke entered her nostrils. She made a face as she faked a gag, “God, how do you smoke that – it smells awful.” She wrinkled her nose and stepped away from Levi, who only chuckled.