Taylor Swift Smoking Novels & Stories

Charlotte hugged me next, closer, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “You liar. You didn’t later call.” I smirked. I had honestly forgotten I promised to call her when she asked me. She reached for the cigarette still in my hand, plucked it away, and took a slow drag. “Charlotte,” Taylor warned as they stepped fully in. “I thought you stopped smoking.” Charlotte shrugged. “There’s love in sharing.” She glanced at me. “I’m just sharing with Jeremy.” She took another puff, her gaze unapologetic. Taylor shook her head as they all stepped fully in. Zayne settled on the couch beside the bed. “Honestly, you two should just be together. I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” I scoffed.

"You're inhaling the baby. You've sniffed her head twice since you got here. I'm keeping a tally." "Once." "Twice. I don't miss things." Taylor sinks deeper into the chair. "It's sweet. Carry on. Sniff away." I hand Taylor the tea she pretended she didn't want. She asked if I was on a health kick, or just out of good Scotch. As if I hadn’t noticed she’s stopped drinking alcohol entirely. She always has a glass of something in her hand, but it never touches her lips. I watch her wrap both hands around the mug like she's cold.

"Annabeth, your sister here is out of control. We found her smoking in the bathroom, we took away one pack of cigarettes, but then she wiped out another cigarette from her bra. Is she getting these from you?” the principal asked. They found me smoking. Come on, who cares anymore?

he asked. "How can you smoke cigarettes when you're angry?" she countered. “Cigarettes don’t taste like fruit,” he said. But then he looked at her seriously. "And does that mean you're angry about something?" "No, not really," she admitted with a shrug. "Just already missing home." Kyle gestured toward her phone with a knowing nod, having spotted the contact icon she used for Tony’s number. "So," he began, "what’s the actual story with you and Tony?"

I wanted no one but Gianna. But it needed to happen, my mom needs to be free, from that monster. I sighed as I brought out a pack of cig from my pockets. I don't know how I was able to hide this perfectly fine everyone, but I did. No one knew I smoked, not even Aiden with his hyper sharp smell. "Or I'm just so good at covering scents" Kaelis bragged. I nodded, a smirk forming on my lips. "Yes, you are."

Nevertheless, Sydney didn’t question or decline rather she popped another stick and passed it to Katniss alongside the lighter. “Didn’t know you’ve started smoking. Good girl gone bad.” Sydney smirks and puffs out smoke. Katniss had the cigarette pressed against her lips and was attempting to light it’s edge. A hint of a smirk appeared at the side of her lips on hearing what Sydney said. The cigarette is lit and Katniss’ begins to smoke while staring at nothing in particular and lost in thoughts.

she asked, her tone challenging. Nick was caught off guard, wiping his mouth to hide his surprise. "For doing that? Impossible." Mr. Wills, oblivious to the subtext, confidently stated, "Nick doesn't smoke. He's an athlete, a surfing champion, right?" "Yes," Nick replied, a forced smile on his face. "Surfing?" Noah asked, disappointment evident in her voice. She knew Mr. Wills had no idea his son smoked, and she resented Nick’s attempt to appear flawless. "Is there a problem?" Nick asked her, trying to maintain his composure.

Hayden merely looked to the side as she peeped her head out. “It’s you,” he said. Lolita smiled and closed the door behind her, then leaned on it. “Is smoking a habit of yours? I seem to see you do it all the time.” “You always catch me at the wrong time, Lolita. I only smoke when I’m super stressed. Guess what else makes me stressed?” “Lolita?” She chuckled. “When did that start?” “Just this afternoon, when you denied me thoroughly.” She huffed out an offended snort. “You denied me too.”

My smile fades as I remember Kennedy’s eating disorder, the reason she knows about asparagus. Taylor glances from Kennedy to me, judging the truth. “Seriously? I don’t think it tasted good enough to tolerate that smell again.” Her face still scrunches with distaste. I offer an ice cold Bud Light to Taylor. “Enough of your urine talk.” I motion to her corner of the sofa. “You have a story to finish.” I hope my smile conveys my love and support as I prod her to spill her dark memories. Taylor plops onto the sofa, secures the throw pillow in her lap, then huffs. “If you promise to never serve me those green stocks of stink...”

Then he threw Teagan's cigarette and lighter directly out. Teagan was confused. Hey! That belongs to me! "Smoking's bad for health, so you should quit." Tristan said as he puffed the cigarette. The corner of Teagan's mouth twitched in annoyance when he heard this. "Tristan said smoking wasn't good, but he was doing the same thing!" "However, Teagan did not dare to say this." "After finishing a cigarette, Tristan directly flicked his fingers and said coldly, ""Let's go!"""