Hero/Heroin Novels & Stories

Drugged. ***********

This time he’s clutching his neck then his chest. Ace chuckles darkly without stepping away from his gaze, initially satisfied to where things are heading. "How does it feel to have a dose of your own medicine? Oh scratch that...it's no medicine, it's poison,” she emphasizes the last word enough to shut him up for a few seconds due to shock, “heroin is pretty fatal right? having the right dose especially when combined with alcohol-it can kill you in minutes." "You...h.how did you.. I didn't see you-"

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my nightgown. I, Anna Everton, stood frozen at the bathroom door. I was too terrified to move. My stomach was in knots and my brain was on sensory overload. Honestly, it was a toss-up which one was worse. The calm voice from inside my belly came again. He sounded wise beyond his years. I named him Caleb. 'Mommy, don't be scared. He's probably listening in from the study right now. He's judging your condition based on how often you're throwing up. Hurry up and act as weak and fragile as you're supposed to.'

Her father knew about it, but he chose to protect his only daughter after having already lost one son. Her crime was covered up, and her brother's biological mother was eliminated in order to tie up loose ends. I also discovered something else. Years ago, I entered Tyroth Mecha Academy with a top score. However, rumors about me spread around the school as soon as I enrolled. "How could someone from the slums have the ability to get into the top mecha academy? He must have relied on someone powerful." This was something Natalie, who entered with the second-highest score, casually said as a joke to her classmates. Her casual remark had spread like wildfire.

That inheritance was important to me. And I needed a person who was experienced in handling snakes like these. I took my phone out and went to contacts. Dante Blake. My finger lingered over his name, I had once refused his proposal but I needed him now. I made a call. He answered after two rings. He purred in a deep voice . “Alina Ross. You finally called, what a miracle.” “I really need your help.” A pause. “What went wrong?” “I lost everything,” I answered. “I'm going to retract everything now.”

…Cause the cure is found in you, I don't want it, but I do… You're my problem and my solution at the same time. …You're just like poison My affliction, I'm addicted, I can't lie… But everything about us is a lie. The only person I can't lie to is myself. …Kiss me one more time before I die… Kiss me one more time before I leave..."

A single image replaced our data: a gold key, intricate and ancient, dripping with dark liquid that looked suspiciously like blood. A voice, distorted and cold, filled the room. "Lucian Blackwood. You were given a chance to rule in silence. You chose to be a hero instead. Heroes have a nasty habit of leaving behind grieving widows." "Who is this?" Lucian demanded, his voice a low growl. "We are the architects of your success. And we can just as easily be the architects of your ruin. Return the girl and the drive, and perhaps we will allow your son to keep his name. Refuse... and the Blackwood legacy ends tonight."

“He started a war I never asked to inherit.” Leona’s hand hovered over the keyboard. “He didn’t start the violence, he tried to stop it.” I closed my eyes. Adam Hart was a man who had given his life to the idea of right. He’d been my father; he’d been a lot more on paper. The ledger made him both a hero and a torch that lit a path I could either follow or burn. “I’m tired of being told to be small,” I said, though at that second it sounded like I was speaking to someone else. “Tired of dodging. If he tried to fix what he couldn’t control, maybe that’s on me now: to finish fixing it.”

She even eats weird combined meals, like pickles and peanut butter and chips with chocolate, ketchup and pepper sauce. Having a pregnant girlfriend, well fiancé is a b*tch. It is moments like these that I regret having a penaynay. From this moment on, I swear I am never doing the dirty again. Next five seconds What am I saying, I need that shit. That is like the beat to my heart. Damn, I need counselling. I am definitely addicted to that thing. S*x I mean. But I cannot help it though. A man has to do, what a man has to feel.