Cigarettes Stories

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ જ⁀➴ 𝓢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 .ᐟ ❝You should quit,❞ Hyeri said, her gaze fixed on the curling smoke. Niki sighed, flicking the cigarette away. ❝You always say that.❞ ❝And you never listen.❞ She stepped closer, her perfume cutting through the sting of smoke. A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced at her. ❝Maybe I just like when you come find me.❞ She rolled her eyes but bumped his shoulder, looking away. ❝Idiot.❞ 𝗼𝗿... ─────── (　★ ) kim hyeri knows almost everything about nishimura riki, except the things he refuses to tell her. friends long enough for hyeri to recognize the smallest changes in him. and the closer she gets, the more she starts to wonder if being there for someone is enough when they refuse to save themselves. sometimes, the person you know best is the person you understand the least. (　★ ) ─────── 04 ─ ⊹ . ˚ completed. (re-writing) sweet addiction ⟢ nishimura riki ━━━━━ ❪ © cherryhees ❫ 2024 .ᐟ

"I can never love someone genuinely" Wooyoung X Oc Act one: Start of act one : April 12 End of act one :??? Ha-eun was a normal girl. Average grades never gets in trouble. That was until she meet Wooyoung. She thought she could never love someone like him. Hers friend never liked him. Ha-eun wanted a normal life. She wanted peace, happiness. But life isn't all peaceful. Wooyoung and Ha-eun started dating. She thought everything was now normal. Her dad stopped drinking. He started drinking better. She stop herself harm. Then the unexpected happened. The betrayal. Her best in a coma. Finding out everything. "I was just a job to you?" "I never loved you Ha-eun You were just a job to me" Act two Start of act two:?? The end of act two:??

Elle s'appelle Rose, issue d'une famille parfaite, née d'un journal que son père a écrit quand il a commencé à être obsédée par sa mère. Aujourd'hui, Rose est devenue une adolescente complexe, cherchant sa place dans sa famille et son entourage réduit, tentant de sauver tout le monde, quitte à s'oublier. Mais jusqu'où va-t-elle tomber avant de réussir à appeler à l'aide ? Suivez l'histoire d'une adolescente face à sa santé mentale et à la réalité des relations complexes, disponible très bientôt à la lecture.

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Is this what you call a family? sincerely, James (completed)

Тэр хоосон харцтай тамхичин..

just the thoughts of my mind.

Indigo Lyden never really had that many friends, or people to talk to, or just anyone in general. Except for her boisterous and obnoxious next door neighbour, Logan Gray, the super hot mysterious bad boy who rides motorbikes, has sex every other night, wears bruised knuckles once a week, smokes cigarettes, drinks liquor, and gets invited to practically every party in town. So under those circumstances you could say that Indigo and Logan don't get along, other than his daily ritual when he climbs through her bedroom window and wakes her up in the middle of the night to ask for condoms, which she definitely does NOT have, and a good night kiss, just to make her blush. "No need to deny your feelings for me, Indie," He always teases when she pushes him away, and Indigo really wishes she didn't know what he was talking about. •• Cover by the fantastic afteryears-

"Love is scary. This feeling of falling terrifies me. The only way it ends is with hitting the ground." "Not if I catch you." "You can't catch me if you're falling with me." "Honey, I started falling long before you did." ------ 2025. 09. 22 : No.1 #strawberriesandcigarettes 2025. 11. 18 : No.1 #strawberriesandcigarettes 2026. 03. 23 : No.1 #strawberriesandcigarettes 2026. 04. 03 : No.1 #strawberriesandcigarettes

This is a story about me saying goodbye to my mom. She died in November of 1999. My mom had a great influence on my life and I'm very happy to have been with her when she died.

"CHOCOLATE EYES STARING INTO MINE, IS THIS LOVE?!" ~in which two teens find each other in this fucked up existence~

Elodie only hates one person in her life, but she has all the reason in the world. Considering everything that's happened to her, she should be angry at everyone and everything, but she doesn't. She doesn't hate anybody. Harry, a recent transfer student to Elodie's school, hates everyone and everything, he's just an angry person. Despite brushing Elodie off every chance he gets, she's determined to get through to him. Her efforts fail, until they find the one thing they can bond over: Their dark past. What happens when Elodie's past comes to get her? Can Harry protect her?

cigarettes looked so harmless. but then again, so did he.

available in bahasa and english "Anna Gold, I love you, always and forever." tw: depression, abuse, broken home, suicide ©2019 by bad_malumstrash

now that i've lost everything to you, you say you want to start something new (lowercase intended)

Story of short letter and love story with withe roses, AM and cigarettes.

The only thing Christopher Knight had learned to do with perfection was lying. It started off as a defense mechanism, an escape from reality. White lies. Somewhere along the way, the line blurred. White changed to grey and eventually turned black. When life lashed out at him, threatening to push him over the edge, he reacted in the only way he knew. He lied. It did not get better. Chris spiraled into a bottomless pit of bitterness and smoke. He promised himself that he would never trust again. He would never listen to anyone again. To him, the world had lost its little color, and soon enough, he would lose himself too. But his lies suddenly turn into a life sentence when he accidentally witnesses a murder -- mere minutes before he could take his own life. Now, with no one to believe him and no one to listen, Chris is caught in the cruelest plot twist of his life -- something that could change him forever or destroy it all in one shot. What happens when a liar finally decides to tell the truth? * inspired by the boy who cried wolf//written in first person//contains strong language//not recommended for those below 13//trigger warning

Diego sabe que deveria parar. Mas alguns vícios não cabem em um maço de cigarros. Entre cartas, lembranças e sentimentos que se recusam a desaparecer, ele começa a escrever a história de um amor que mudou sua vida. O que começa como um simples desabafo transforma-se em uma viagem pelo passado, revelando aos poucos a relação com Caio e a presença de Afonso em uma trama marcada por desejo, amizade, escolhas e consequências. Em Cartas e Cigarros, cada carta revela uma parte daquilo que Diego tentou esconder. E, a cada tragada, o cigarro se torna mais do que um hábito: é a metáfora de um amor que oferece prazer, cria dependência e deixa marcas mesmo depois de consumido. Mas quando amar alguém começa a parecer uma necessidade, onde termina o sentimento e começa o vício? Entre o que foi vivido e o que nunca pôde ser dito, Diego terá que encarar uma pergunta difícil: é possível deixar para trás aquilo que ainda faz o coração pedir por mais uma tragada? Cartas e Cigarros é uma história sobre amor, desejo, dependência e as marcas que algumas pessoas deixam em nós. Uma história para quem já amou alguém que sabia que deveria esquecer, mas nunca conseguiu apagar.

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I am crushing on him. I am crushing on a bad boy with a girlfriend. I know it's wrong, I mean they look so happy together. But I can't stop thinking about him, I tried, I really did. But he is just so irresistible. I stopped touching my face in the mirror and leaned a little bit and looked at my hazel eyes. I looked at my nose, eyebrows, mouth and cheekbones. I was comparing myself to her. To her dip dyed gorgeous blonde hair, petite mouth and beautiful brown eyes. stop it. I have only just brought my self-confidence back together; I don't want to go there anymore. I paused between pinning my scarf lightly around my head to taking a long breath from the cigarette dangling from my lips. I wasn't a bad girl. I didn't want to be a bad girl but there was something so very controversial in my mind, that would sometimes bring me to tears late at night or fill me with so much desire to do everything and its opposite at the same time. I am sick. Do I want to get close to him? do I want to add salt to my wounds? He would burn me. He was a big bad fire, so bright that I can't ignore it, so warm, that I can't help myself but be drawn to it. He was a fire that would inevitably burn me. I just wish I would be able to enjoy it. -------------- I don't want to say that this is a true story. But it kind of is. I mean, it has lots of dramatic effects, situations and stuff made up in my mind, it's a work of fiction after all. However, the feelings I am writing inside are real. So real that they hurt so much that I had to write them down. So be mindful of what you are reading, leave your judgmental thoughts outside the pages of his book. We are all humans.