Smokers Stories

"Why do we insist on slowly killing ourselves?" I asked out of curiosity. "Well princess, sometimes people have nothing better to do than slowly kill themselves. Almost the same reason why we smoke." He took an extremely long drag from his cigarette. "I don't understand." "Why don't you use that pretty little head of yours and think about why you smoke." He blew out the smoke in oddly amusing circles before speaking again. " Why do you smoke princess? Princesses are supposed to be perfect." His signature smirk appeared before my eyes. " Well you see, i'm not as perfect as you think I am."

One boy. One girl. One room. One true lust story. Her eyes shined brighter than the stars, mine burnt like fire. His breath smelled of smoke, mine was the scent of vanilla. I am not the one for her. I am not the one for him. We have nothing in common . . . Except, True Lust. Hot af tale of Adam and Robin. ___ Sorry for the errors! Enjoy!! ;) ***DO NOT COPY MY WORK! BE ORIGINAL.*** Copyrights © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

Two con artists find themselves at odd with each other in the same small town

Have you ever read the outsiders? Well if you have and liked the book this book might be for you. Harley is a 17 year old "run away" not really though more like a child escaping her home life. She lives in Minneapolis Minnesota. This book takes place in the 1960s so it was common for children to wander around and get in trouble and that exactly what she did... well kinda

I hate 'em

ִ ۫ ּ ࣪˖ ⛸️ ⋆₊˚. ࣪. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ─── 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 and 𝐦𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨 have known eachother since they were children, but they haven't ever felt the need to become close. what happens when one night chris finds a bucket list that mylla made? what does he think to do when he sees that none of the things listed are marked off? ₊˚. ࣪˖ ⋆ ( chris sturniolo x fem! oc ) ( real life au ) mature themes. swearing included. no sexual content.

In our future, we are controlled people, not allowed to live as we want. Technology has a hold on us and nothing is going to break the A.I.'s iron grip that lies constantly around our throats, one move from ending us. Judgement day has passed, robots won. So the Smokers were found out, the rogues and the Revolution were started and viewed as heroes once, now only outlaws. I am one of them, a rogue, hunted by the A.I. and the Revolution Knights, it's their job to bring down the rogues, like me. My code name is Black Shadow but my real name is Fae, though names don't really matter anymore. In this world, it's Smoker or A.I., we call them the Soulless because it's true, they're puppets. I fight for them, I fight for our future...

A Typical she makes him better and he makes her badder situation. Will they go to far?

"I'm not either," Phil replied, looking to Dan with a sly smile. "You still giving out $5 blowjobs?" Well, Dan guessed, he probably did go to his school. Dan rolled his eyes, "that was a rumor two years ago." Phil laughed, "so I brought $5 for nothing?"

Three year old Dillon vanished in the middle of the night. His father Harry can't forgive him self for not protecting his only child. Yet Harry isn't blamed by his wife Robin: She bares her own secret guilt. Five years later, thousands of miles away, Harry spots an eight year old boy in a crowd - a boy he is convinced is Dillon. Desperate to find his missing son, Harrys obsession tears apart his marriage, exposing shameful secrets and shattering the one thing he and Robin have left - trust. Why won't Robin believe Harry? What is she hiding? Can the boy really be Dillon? And how far will Harry go to find his lost son?

The drink is deadly

Crash Bandicoot Fanfiction: Pinstripe Potoroo and Coco are SMOKIN' HOT! It's LIT! PSA: Folks, don't use tobacco. It's only glamorous when Australian taxonomy does it. Sexy lil' drabble.