Books About Drug Abuse Fiction の小説・ストーリー

He fucked my ass slow and deep that first time, eventually filling it with so much cum it leaked out for hours afterward. But it wasn’t just filth. Between the rough fucking, small moments of tenderness started appearing. He’d pull me into his lap after he’d used me, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I trembled in his arms. He told me bits about his life, how he’d grown up rough, how this resort job was his escape. I told him about my fears of not being good enough for college, about feeling invisible before him. The addiction grew stronger every single day.

I know this is not my first time even though I don't want to. Doctor Frank was a good person, he treated me well, and he is the one who consoled me when every single truth I learned. He sent me to drug rehab to forget my addiction, he visited me on weekends, and he gave me mental treatments and counseling to handle situations. After two months they discharged me from rehab care cause Neer and Kath helped me. Here I am in the streets wandering around, my feet were killing me in pain cause I walked for a long time. I decided to sit on the bench near the cafe shop. I was hungry as hell but I don't even have a penny to buy anything. So I just sniffed the coffee aroma in the air and sighed, sudde

Normal human drugs didn't affect wolves but for a short stint of time before the council had banned it, drugs concentrated enough to make a wolf high had been in use. They had proven deadly and extremely addictive causing accelerated and uncontrolled shifting, a rise in aggression, god complexes and bloodlust among other things. When the drugs had been banned, the users had suffered and many still suffered from the withdrawals. That was how potent it had been and my father had been one of the main suppliers. Now I was doing the same. At first, I decided to do this to fuck with Alpha Luciano but now I wondered. If I was going to be skewing my moral compass in this manner, was it worth doing i

she asked in a teasing tone. I chuckled nervously, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. "No, nothing like that. I got involved with some bad people." McKenna raised an eyebrow. "Bad people? What happened?" I took a deep breath, deciding to be completely honest with McKenna. "I got involved with drugs, McKenna. It was a dark period in my life. I became addicted, and it led me down a dangerous path." McKenna's eyes widened. "Drugs? I had no idea. But I thought you went to an Ivy League school."

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"I just needed to drive the goods from one place to another. I thought that was going to be fairly easy. I did that like twice before I got arrested for possession of cocaine. They found it stashed in a hidden compartment of my car." "It's at the same time that I began seeing things that didn't exist. An influence of the drug abuse." He laughed. "I was a lost case. Brady got me admitted into a psychiatric institution. Only, it wasn't private. This was the worst kind and I was probably one of the sanest people living there. The patients were neglected, treated badly and not provided with proper food. I don't think the doctors were even qualified to do what they were doing." I touched his face

WARNING: Some readers may find this chapter extremely depressing. Trigger warning: This content includes themes related to drug abuse. Please proceed with caution, and if you find it distressing, consider seeking support or skipping this part of the story. Your well-being is important. Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Tears blurred my vision as I snatched up my heels and sprinted toward the elevator. I couldn't bear to stay a moment longer in that suffocating room.

They could lift loads that would be difficult for up to five average normal human beings to lift. I walked straight into my store from the back door, and quickly washed my hands. Everything looked the same way I'd left them, showing me that there was no break in, and that for the time being, I'd been able to secure my little space. Few months ago, this wasn't the case. Buckyard was a town that had the highest number of criminals in the whole country, and everyone fought their way up the food chain, till they got to the very top, or got to a point where they weren't considered as prey. This made them terrorize young business owners with very high demands for tax and royalties. Once anyone ref

“That book had all he thought about women. Angry, terrifying rants. Especially about successful ones. Women in class be called them. Women who dared to be ambitious.” My eyes widened and all I could think about was why? Millie continued. “I couldn’t stomach any of it anymore, so I flipped the next page and it was more confusing that the last. The pages after that were filled with tables, different drug names, dosages. So I took photos of everything and went straight to a pharmacist I knew the next day. She confirmed those drugs were capable of causing hallucinations, paranoia and worse pychosis. I’m other terms coo-coo.” Her hands whirled over her head as she demonstrated.