successful quitting smoking stories

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night. "Why are you asking me why? Isn’t it obvious or should I tell you?” Kaylee asked. Her stepsister’s word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life. she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he’d step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank. He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face. They locked her up in the house and set it on fire. “Help me...” came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her. “Anyt... I’ll give anything in return...please...” She passed out. "Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked. The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her. "Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!" Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful according to their beliefs. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were feared as monsters and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of texts that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of the ghost story." But you are not a ghost story, um, not a human being either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster." (china novel not mine. repost)

A true story of drug addiction and recovery. Takes place in 2012.

My name is Clarise, I was in high school when I had a special friend, her name was Karol… Missis Karol a young math teacher from my school, who almost every day was smoking a cigarette at the smoking area, sometimes with another teacher Missis Stephany. I know that smoking in bad for health, but, for a strange (or weird) reason, I liked to see her smoking. Sometimes I had seen her smoking in the school smoking area and I loved it. One day she caught me watching her smoking… and my story started here.

A sequel or rather a side story to ' my grandpa Hercules ' where we will meet her, the most wicket and a chain smoker- my granny, the lady with a smoking stick, or as I consider her the Loki! But is this all in her story?! Or did we just read it upside down?!

I woke up in the body of a villainess destined to die miserably—the adopted heiress about to be disowned for a crime she didn’t commit. But I have two advantages the original Cassandra never had: I’ve read this novel before. And a mysterious System just offered me impossible paths to success. They call me a villain? Perfect. I’ll be the villain who conquers the world. With an Angelic Voice, songs from another universe no one here has heard, and pure determination, I’ll completely rewrite my destiny—one viral hit at a time. The protagonist can collect his harem. I’ll build my empire. After all, revenge isn’t a dish served cold. It’s served on stages, with millions watching.

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

Michael Angelo Pablo's mental health is pushed to boundaries when the quarantine was implemented in the month of March in the year 2020. What could be of Michael during the time of the pandemic? Since then, he always has mental health problems, but will his predicament the whole world is experiencing worsens or heals him? Since then, he's been together with his family and started the work from the home set-up. But does that really sound good, or it gets worse? Political calamity got worse, and social media became a toxic medium, Michael consumes the blues, and all his outlet is an unhealthy solution other than cigarettes and alcohols. He tries to get through the day until the pandemic ends. Should you wish to know the "Smoking Blues" Michael is feeling throughout the story, you have the freedom to do so. If this could affect and may trigger something in you, then don't. But Michael is trying his best to be good, and not just that, but also to be at least relevant at everything in life.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.