Taylor Swift Smoking Novels & Stories

He said with a stupid smirk that earned him a smack from the hoodie in my hand. After making out in front of my car, I got in and drove off with Travis watching me till I could no longer see him. We weren’t doing that bad, Travis and I but there was a connection I felt we didn’t have. I always mean to talk to him about it but never get the right opportunity. We hardly spend time together and when we do, we are usually occupied with making out and its likes. Taylor swift’s blank space came on the radio player and I belted out to it as I rode to Queenie’s.

Skyler just said, “Just give it a try and leave here for a while. By the way, your absence will help get this matter out of the limelight that much quicker, don’t you think?” Scarlett took a lighter and a cigarette out from nowhere, and then she lit it up and took a small puff of her cigarette. She stared at the spark between her finger and said, “I haven’t smoked for a long time because of Carlos. I’m about to quit smoking...”

Buzz buzz Sawyer's Virginia Slim cigarettes were casually resting on her glass patio table, and I helped myself to one. I liked the smell, and flavor...usually on Sawyer but I partake every once in a while. Lighting up, I glanced down at her cell and accidentally dropped it after reading for half a second. ....Wait. What the fuck!?

“Hey, do nerds smoke?” “Dunno, but yeah, half of the actors and actresses that I know are smoking, including me, social smoker or regular. As long as you can keep it moderate, I think it's okay”, I explained. “When did you start smoking, Anita?” asked Jess. “When I almost finished high school, I think. I don’t know why, but I feel like I can release my creative ideas while smoking, and I can produce a better voice while stage acting or singing after smoking, but maybe because I’m just getting used to it”, I answered.

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.

Tyler was left without a choice. He reached for his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He had to resort to using nicotine to quench his desires. After Kelsey finished her shower, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel. She frowned the moment she spotted Tyler sitting by the window, smoking. Tyler had never been a smoker, why had he been smoking so much lately? Was it because of her? Was he bothered by her marriage proposal just now? She was aware that some men only wanted to sleep around and were afraid of commitment.

" I asked as she brought out a cigarette and lit it, puffing the smoke at my face. "Wanna taste?" she offered flirtatiously, I held her gaze visibly showing how irritated I was. "I'm good. I'm trying to keep away from lung cancer," I said in a unruly tone. "You've been smoking since high school. Cut some slack. Your whore isn't here." She hinted and she's right maybe if I died earlier I wouldn't have to deal with her Infidelity. But Tina has guts calling Willow a whore, self projection much. "She has a name," I say as she shook her head comically.

Tate I open my laptop and my notebook and start on my assignment. “I told you, Liam. I’m not doing yours as well. Deadline is next week so I suggest you get your butt off my bed and start doing some work.” I flick to my music app on my mobile and begin playing one of my favorite artists, Taylor Swift. “Yeah in a minute.” He says still with his eyes closed. I roll my eyes. I know I’m going to have a late night whilst he is out at practice then with Jennie, doing his too.

Then I pour myself another glass as I continuously drink it in an instant. Okay, fine. Taylor does really have this ability to make her listeners get flashbacks by just listening to her songs. I admit, it reminded me of him. He loves listening to Taylor Swift. But only because his girl best friend also listens to Taylor Swift. I can still remember when I first met him in his office. He has his earphones on with his head nodding again and again to the beat of the song he’s listening to. He has this smile on his lips that told me he has someone in mind while Taylor angelically sings in his ears.

His breath came quick and uneven, eyes wide. “What is it?” I asked, confused, searching his face. “Did I do something wrong?” He shook his head quickly, stepping back as if he needed the space to breathe. “No. We shouldn’t do this,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. I blinked, trying to steady my breathing, knowing he was right but hating how abruptly the moment had cracked apart. Elias glanced at me, then looked away, swallowing hard. “I’ve been smoking for the past few years whenever I’m in heat,” he admitted quietly. “And guess what?”