Books About Drug Abuse Fiction Novels & Stories

This can't be happening to her. Cassie went in search of Adam and saw him chatting with his friends. When she overheard their conversations. "I heard that Cassie was good in bed, is that true Adam?" "Yes actually, I was shocked when I witnessed all the things she did." That was it, that was all she needed to ear. She was used, she was raped, she's been destroyed. Present time Cassie remembered everything, every single details which made her feel so dizzy due to the headache she's having and also because she has beencrying and immediately she fainted.

It was too much and it needed a release. I shook my head and backed away. I grabbed the back of my head trying to close that door in my head but I couldn't... One door closed, another got opened and everything rushed in, every voice, every image, every fucked up memory I tried to hard to suppress..They all surfaced and the only thing I saw behind my closed eyelids was the blood, dripping slowly from my hand. It was a disease. An addiction. It was my own fucked up drug. It was like cancer that ate and fed. The only difference is that this doesn't have a cure. Since childhood, this was my only way to get rid of the pain. Toxic and unhealthy, I know. But it's the only way.

But it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. I’d heard whispers about this kind of drug, of course. Aphrodisiac. The kind that made pack girls forget their names and their morals, turning them into desperate, shameless things. I’d never believed it. Thought it was just a story alphas told to keep their daughters in line. Now, trapped in this speeding metal box, I was the story.

I lost my girlfriend of five years because of drugs and alleged cheating to which I did not deny, I lost all of my childhood friends, high school friends and everyone who used to be there for me because of my lifestyle with drugs in it. Every single time I wake up from an overdose, mum is always there. She’s the first person I always see upon waking up and I always see her crying because of me. Chris has been very nice to me too and I know he only wants what’s best for me so he told me to go see a psychologist to talk my demons out instead of drug abuse. He tried to send me to some rehab centres but I didn’t want to be admitted because I was too hard-headed thinking that I was fine on my own

have such access, that was done by someone we trusted, for sure! Mommy was busy on her exploits with her lovers lately. Maybe he was entrusting others too much to check the operations in our other factories so something like this happened. We should figure this out immediately. I saw the news on the internet and all that, Mommy was supposed to be in charge of that drug den. I even read something that maybe I was part of it, too! So is there also a guard here to watch if I run away? I scratched my forehead and just had a headache reading the articles. If I hadn’t just received a series of texts and calls I wouldn’t have stopped.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

How everything had seemed slightly off, like I was moving through water. I’d been drugged. The realization hit me so hard I had to brace myself against the shower wall. They’d drugged me before training. That’s why I’d collapsed. That’s why I’d ended up in the healing center in the first place. And tonight. Had they drugged my drink at the celebration too? Made sure I’d be unsteady, more likely to fall when they executed their attack? My hands shook as I finished cleaning my cuts and wrapped them in clean bandages. How many times had they done this? How many other things had they blamed on me that were actually their manipulations?

To be honest it was their money that started his drug addiction and they had never cut him off of that unending supply of cash. At the house, I went upstairs and changed into some comfy joggers and a t-shirt before I crawled up into the bed. I grabbed the book I had started reading off of the nightstand and tried to act normal. Lucas had to return a call from the nightclub but as soon as he was done he came upstairs and sat beside me on the bed. He didn’t try and speak with me he just wrapped his arm around me and laid his head on my shoulder letting me read.

Then continued, "The Mafia Emperor's Addiction." "You are my addiction, little peach. You complete my life. I love you forever," He claimed me as I only belong to him. "I'm all yours only, Liam," I thought and started kissing him back. Our life is completed with our four kids, Pearl, Elliot, Eowyn and Evan. I wish God will fill our lives with prosperity, love and pleasure. ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~ ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** So here is the Epilogue, I hope you enjoyed the book while reading as I enjoyed writing it.

No gleaming gold bars. The secret vault is a treasure trove of madness. Neat rows of pills and small bags of fine powder. Paraphernalia for consumption. And beneath them, files. Contracts and agreements between Tristan, the Laurent Group, and a major drug cartel—a syndicate that was, until recently, the FBI’s most wanted. A violent chill races down my spine. Every muscle in my body locks rigid. My throat is desert-dry yet burning at the same time. I am frozen, staring, unblinking, at the lineup of hidden insanity that has lived under my roof, beside my bed.