Cigerettes Stories

One last chance...... That's what she told herself again and again, because if your own family doesn't love you... you start hating yourself. Pale skin, blond almost white hair.... people will instantly start questioning because she looks nothing like her family. First it started with family members, then her own parents and then her siblings. She's breaking and no one sees it. All she has is the voices in her head, the drugs and the pain of being abandoned by the very people who were supposed to love her no matter what.

Just a short story of two smokers in love. Partly based on the song by Cage The Elephant.

A story of love, death, and competitive cigarette smoking.

𝙈𝙚𝙞 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤-𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙚. A 16-year-old girl from Dallas, Texas. On the surface, I'm just a normal teenager at a normal high school. My grades are solid, nothing worse than a B. I'm not exactly the perfect role model, though. I smoke, drink, and sometimes even try weed but not too often. Still, I actually think my life is pretty beautiful. We're not super rich, but we're not poor either just comfortably middle class. Maybe I should tell you more about me. I've got fairly light skin and even though I love the beach, I always end up red instead of tan. My hair is black with a blue sheen and my eyes are green. I'm 5'8 and I care a lot about my style and how I present myself. That's probably enough for now-because I still have to pack my suitcase. Why? Well... you'll find out when you hit read.

Entre les silences Wendy pensait fuir le chaos en quittant sa vie d'avant. À New York, elle reconstruit un semblant d'équilibre aux côtés de Chelsea, sa meilleure amie, loin des blessures familiales qui l'ont marquée à jamais. Mais le destin la projette brutalement dans une autre tempête : Carlos Moretti, pilote de F1 au regard froid, riche, énigmatique, irréprochablement contrôlé - sauf lorsqu'il est avec elle. Entre silences, non-dits, crises, désir et tendresse, leur relation devient une danse dangereuse. Carlos, lui aussi abîmé, tente d'aimer à sa manière, sans toujours y parvenir. Leur histoire ne suit aucune règle, aucun timing, aucun scénario simple. Ils s'aiment avec force, parfois avec rage, souvent en se blessant. Mais toujours, intensément. Dans ce roman où les corps parlent autant que les silences, où le passé pèse plus lourd que les promesses, Wendy devra faire un choix : fuir encore ou rester... et risquer de tout perdre

Two teens, ones given up, the others holding on. How can a lonely boy leave his only friend to die? He will never give up on his best friend, never stop trying to get better himself. Will either succeed in their mental health battles? Bad influences create bad habits. (Tw for nicotine, alcohol, self harm, suicidal topics.)

She works in a downtown Chinese restaurant, her customers were always regulars and the occasional new ones were always kind passerbys. She was quiet, but in her job she became lively and helpful which always made the people want to return to see her soft genuine smile and hear the small talk of everchanging life. It was a dull evening until the door would suddenly open, the entrance bell clinking to reveal a man with shoulder length colorless hair, his eyes sharp and cutting as he would in return walk in to find his own seat in the back, a briefcase dangling by his side on his stride there once chosen. His shined shoes would click against the wood of the floor as most other customers would stop their eating just to glance at the sudden appearance of such a man. "I've never seen him before..." (Your name) would calmly note, her hands signing off some of the second copy receipts to legitimize it's return back to her behind the counter as a surprised gasp was heard next to her. "T-that's... they haven't came here in quite a while. Why...is there just one? No, I am sure he is here with more..." (Your name's) attention turned to her coworker, the old man fumbling in wiping the counter with the rag as his hand would accidentally brush a little too forward to hit an object. His eyes stood focused to the white haired male sitting calmly at a fairly large table now, the briefcase he brought in settled close to his leg as when (Your name) would then try to acquire more on the matter, the older man next to her would then usher her forward. "You must go, go go go, go take his drink and ask what is it he would like to order." Her eyes would lightly widen as the notepad for orders and a pen was then urged forward to her stomach by the man for her to take as she would then look back once to her erratic acting coworker. "He just looks like a regular busy man... What is his problem?" Start Date: June 7, 2021 End Date:

Mark's addicted to two things: cigarettes and a boy. (mm/dd/yyyy) started: 6/21/19 [ spanish translation by @moonmoonil ] Copyright © 2019 by yutamatic

Millie had no idea that the mysterious curly-haired boy that she let into her house, is actually a secret agent hired to kill her.

<ON-GOING> When The World Tastes Like Ash, Love Is The Only Thing That Still Feels Alive. NUT- The Guy Everyone Calls The Street Dealer. HONG - The Boy Lost Somewhere Between Smoke And Pain. A Single Encounter Lights A Fire They Can't Control. Filled With Tension, Defiance And The Kind Of Heartbeat That Hurts. Rules Don't Matter. Reputation Doesn't Matter. Even Danger Can't Stop What's Already Burning. This isn't a soft love story. It's wild. It's broken. It's love, between smoke and ruin. NUTHONG/HONGNUT

❝ He's one of the worst human beings I know," I cried, "but he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. ❞

"i regret every choice i've ever made except for the ones that led me to you." --- hyunlix, royalty au, sad, death, short story --- started: 2021.06.25 discontinued: 2025.12.08

❝It's called Lucifer's Effect, sweet Adelaide. In which those that are good and pure can be corrupted.❞ full description inside | copyright © indievibes 2016

•Addict- Book 1• In which a girl addicted to cigarettes falls in love with a boy who is disgusted by them.

they haven't seen each other for 2 years. mika left mina when she was at her lowest. still, his love for her didn't fade. okay so- first, i'd like to say: - tell me if there are any mistakes or words that don't make sense bc i'm german and some words are just google translated lol - yes i am romanticising smoking, please don't smoke, smoking kills yeah thats it! thanks

cover art made by nuudel on Twitter It isn't smutshots book and im not planning to make it one

[Lifty x Flaky] Flaky and Lifty are co-workers at the town's gas station. Ringing up purchases, dealing with the occasional rude customer, cleaning up messes. It can all get a little stressful. So Lifty deals with his stress by smoking. Flaky doesn't like being stressed out either, so she asks for a cigarette during their break. And it goes about as well as you'd expect.

There's this cute little coffee shop across the street that just happened to have this cute little barista to go along with it.

Zayn Malik y Niall horan son amigos desde pequeños. Niall un pequeño niño de siete años, jugando con un niño un poco más grande de once años. Al pasar el tiempo, estos niños fueron creciendo, y salieron de la ciudad. Nunca más volvieron a verse, hasta hace unos cuantos días. Niall ya no es un niño, tiene diecisiete. Zayn ya creció, tiene veintiún años. Solo hay un obstáculo, ninguno de los dos se recuerdan.

thong around your ankles head between your thighs robin buckley x fem!oc