Books About Drug Addiction Fiction Novels & Stories

Which turned my life for worse. I became addicted to those pills so much I couldn't sleep without them. Otherwise my whole body trembled furiously with need for those pills.The drug caused me to hallucinate about my greatest fear. It started showing me those things from which I had been running my entire life. It made me believe they were real and forced me to take my life more than once but somehow I couldn't take my life. Anna was the first first one who noticed the changes in my behavior. She was suspicious about my every move and mood. She somehow found out about those pills and forced me to admit the truth. In frustration and anger I admitted everything.

Timothy was low-spirited due to his drug addiction. Of the three, Steven was in the best condition and was the first to wake up. When Timothy woke up, he saw Victoria. He recalled the time she had witnessed his entire relapse episode and lowered his head immediately. He was awkward and embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to face her. Victoria placed a hand on Timothy's shoulder as she comforted him. "Don't feel like you're committing a crime just because you have a drug addiction now. You didn't do anything wrong. You became the victim just because you protected many others from getting hurt.

Red finished. "Me too. I . . . I'm just glad I could be there for him." "You are too wonderful," Red said. "Do you think he was telling the truth? About those men?" "Yeah. I mean, sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, ya know? And sometimes . . . sometimes the people that see the most are the ones most people don't care about enough to hide from. You could probably get someone to go to some homeless shelters and shantytowns. Homeless people have their own territories and stuff, and there's a lot of drug addiction. If these guys are peddling something so they can feed this 'dark thing,' they . . . what?"

But Xavier's response was a mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "Oh, dear cousin, you've yet to fathom the depths to which I can sink," he taunted, his smirk widening into a sinister grin. I prepared to pull the trigger when, suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my neck, a needle injecting its venomous contents into my bloodstream. The room spun, my vision blurred, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me. "What have you done?" I managed to murmur, my voice growing faint as the drug took hold of my senses.

"The night that put me in rehab there were four of them. I just thought you should know that." Something dark moved through my chest. A low sound rose in my throat before I could swallow it back down. Tim either didn't hear it or chose not to acknowledge it. "Don't," I said. The word came out harder than I intended. He set the book aside and moved toward the kitchen. "Don't be honest with you?" His eyes met mine without flinching. "I'm a drug addict, Jace. I've slept around. That's the truth of who I am."

Like that would ever happen. When Hades told me he was a drug dealer, I didn’t allow myself to think about it. Just as his customers were addicted to his product, I was addicted to him. My nails were in so deep I never wanted to let go; I didn’t want him to slip through my grasp. Ignoring what he said was the only way to accomplish that, to pretend it didn’t really happen. I tried not to think about it, to pretend I hadn’t heard his confession at all.

Knowing that following him out of the hotel was useless, he was probably going to work or something, I decided to make good use of the opportunity that had presented itself before me. I was going to get into my man's room and prepare myself for him, with or without his permission. If he thought he could turn me down with my clothes on, let's see how he does without my clothes then. That was why I grabbed two glasses of malt from the bartender, slipping the drug into the guard's drink because the drug was going to make it foam, and since malt was already foamy, it was going to be the perfect disguise. “Here you go, monsieur Jean. A toast to beautiful bodies!”

"It was my way of numbing the pain, of forgetting even if just for a little while. They became my escape from the harsh reality that awaited me at home. Drugs provided temporary relief from the pain, numbing my senses and allowing me to forget, even if just for a little while. Sex, on the other hand, offered a sense of control and power that I had never experienced before, sex was the best of the two, I always feel like a god." "I fell into a cycle of addiction and promiscuity, not excluding pornography. Drugs became my best friend, my only source of comfort in a world that seemed determined to break me. I would spend hours searching for a wrapper of Indian hemp and if I don't have any again

He drops his documents and electronics on the divan. "Fuck. This shit is driving me crazy again. I shouldn't have come back." he groaned and strolled into the kitchen. I watched his retreating figure until he was out of sight. I roamed my eyes on his properties and it came in contact with two drugs. I took it to check the names as I was determined to wait for him. It was a bottle of fluvoxamine(Luvox), a drug for anxiety and depression. The other one was Alprazolam (Xanax) for insomnia. My heart dropped at the thought of what he might be going through. It must be so severe for him to have these loads of drugs.