Cigarretes Histórias

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 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:??

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Giulia n'est pas le genre de fille qu'on remarque au premier regard. Grande, élancée, au visage singulier, elle avance dans sa vie avec ses rêves et ses doutes, insensible aux regards qui effleurent son passage... jusqu'au jour où tout bascule. Paul, chef cuisinier réputé et maître de son univers, croise son chemin par hasard. Mais ce qui aurait dû n'être qu'une rencontre éphémère devient une obsession. Ses yeux bleus, son rire, chaque geste de Giulia s'incrustent dans son esprit, le laissant vulnérable comme jamais il ne l'a été. Entre la lumière des projecteurs, les soirées parisiennes et les silences qui en disent plus que des mots, ils vont devoir naviguer entre désir, curiosité et peur de se briser. Et si tout commençait par un simple regard... mais qu'aucun d'eux ne pouvait oublier ? Une histoire de passions inattendues, de silences lourds et de regards qui brûlent.

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.

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

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-

Well, I really don't love anything, but I do like somethings...

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?

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

I love to smoke cigarettes cause it burns someone's memory in my heart leisurely that is alive yet" - JEON JUNGKOOK "If you resolve to give up smoking, drinking and loving you don't actually live long it just seems longer" -PARK JIMIN A STORY OF TWO CHAINSMOKERS

Vianney Kennedy es un fantasma que camina por los pasillos de la universidad en Canadá. Oculta bajo sudaderas enormes, sus audífonos reproduciendo grunge de los noventa y una mirada tan fría como el invierno que la rodea, prefiere la seguridad del silencio y las pantallas de ciberseguridad antes que lidiar con un mundo superficial que no comprende. Vianney arrastra el peso de una pérdida que la marcó con fuego, un pasado del que nadie habla y una coraza que nadie ha logrado romper. Por otro lado está Anthony Evans. Atractivo, distante y rodeado de una popularidad que le aburre, él prefiere la frialdad de la Medicina para no tener que sentir nada más. Anthony ya estuvo roto antes, y aprendió a golpes que la distancia es la única forma de mantenerse a salvo. Ellos no se soportan. El colegio los unió a través de un teléfono, pero un rechazo cruel, un malentendido y el orgullo sembraron entre ambos un odio mutuo que el tiempo solo ha logrado congelar. Ahora, la universidad los obliga a compartir el mismo aire. No hay intenciones de pedir perdón, no hay curiosidad por arreglar el pasado, y definitivamente esto no es una historia donde el odio se transforma en amor. Lo suyo es una guerra fría. Es la tensión que estalla en esquinas oscuras, son discusiones y silencios de dos almas que, a pesar de detestarse, son las únicas capaces de contenerse cuando las crisis y los demonios del pasado deciden atacar. Dos carreras distintas. Dos pasados destrozados. Una atracción hostil que ninguno de los dos puede, ni quiere, evitar.

**Robert Small/Joseph Christiansen Angsty One-shot** Robert tensed up a bit when he felt a hand on his thigh, his glance turning away from the TV in the bar, and over to the blond that was sitting next to him in a booth. "What are you doing?" He asked. No one else could see what was going on, since their hands were hidden by the table but Robert simply couldn't let it happen. "What do you think I'm doing?" Joseph asked, his husky voice slightly slurred from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. "I thought you wanted to have a good time tonight." He added on, moving his hand up higher on Robert's thigh. He leaned in even closer, to begin pressing light little kisses to the other's neck. **Hey guys! This is a longer Dream Daddy One-Shot, so I decided to make it separate. It's a fanfiction about, obviously, Joseph's blue sweater.** Warning: contains cheating (since it is cannon), male/male content, mature content, and mentions of alcohol and cigarettes. (Cover is not mine. I found it on tumblr. Credits to the artist: redbeantofu. Go check them out! :D )

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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

I know that I am deathliest truth that he wants to bury. I know that I am killing his every breath. But I am the only one who stayed this far without betraying him, his thoughts so wild that I helped him from drowning in it. Will she ever be able to replace me? For I am his smoldering mistress.

"My gaze flicked to the side to see that my head was on someone's chest. The other person smelled like cigarettes and pizza. I arched my neck to get a clearer view. My eyes widened when I saw Landon's face. His eyelids were closed in dense sleep. Every now and then, they would twitch like images of his dream are alternating through his mind. I hadn't noticed how long his eyelashes were until now." Rylee Emerson has always known the big bad city of New York. She thrived there as a non-caring rebel with her partner in crime, Claire. Until her brother gets fired from his big-time marketing company. He decides to pack everything up and take Rylee along with him to a remote, who-knows-where little town where Rylee hates every single second of it. The moody teen gets a surprise when she meets a guitar-playing boy in an old park. And knowing Landon, meant knowing Dana and August. This is a story about rock music, little cacti, coffee from Trina's and maybe even a little bit of teenage romance. Please note: There is swearing in this book, so if it bothers you, either ignore it or read something else. Please don't spam me telling me I'm setting a bad example...cuz I really don't care what you may think.

"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

(Complete) Bud E. Ice gets summoned for jury duty. Shit occurs while he's there. In other words it's an account of nine wasted hours of his life.

Erin, from 'The Facebook Stalker,' possibly better known by her alias, Amanda Johnson, tells her side of the story from prison. Updated regularly.