Crackhead Chronicles Novels & Stories

“Better ways? What? Do you want me to see a therapist? Go to rehab? Huh? I’ve tried Tyler! I’ve done everything, every single thing in the book, and guess what? It didn’t work! It all came back here! To me swallowing these pills and praying to God that I didn’t see the next day!” I cried. “People like you find it so easy to ask us to get through it and move up and stop taking this ‘crap’” I quoted with my hands. “Well guess what? This crap…” I said as I gestured to the pack of pills in his hands “…Has done a lot more for me than anyone out there,” I informed him in a heavy tone

‘Loose heiress, soliciting men with just flowers’ Her head is already aching. When she looked at the time, it seems the clock is broken. Why does it say 4 o’clock in the morning? She hasn’t had her dinner, she just chatted for a bit. When she traced their conversation log, it lasted for seven hours. What??? Is she that bored? She closed her laptop and decided to sleep. Her circadian rhythm was completely disrupted by her hung-over. But she won’t complain, not when she found someone who shares her passion with orchids.

But. Don't! Don't even ask anything? Adrian said, sitting down. How did you know she went to the wolves cage? Zach asked curiously. I heard her screaming..I don't know how but I heard her screaming. He said. Zach frowned slightly thinking about something. He then licked his lips and smiled. Why? T. B. C

, Kaylee stopped as she got her boldness back and cleared her throat once again. "So, I picked up my headset and played music on my phone as I connected it to the headset's Bluetooth. I brought the headset to my ears and decided to start making the pancakes. I wasn't going to wait for Mom any longer. And I am a very good chef when I fry pancakes", Kaylee said with a fake smile, trying to fight back the tears but they lingered in her eyes anyways and her face turned sour. "You are fine, Kaylee. I am here, with you", Kavinsky said as he tightened his hold on her hands and she nodded her head vigorously as a tear dropped freely.

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

"Lana Cruz, you are accused of colluding with external enemies. As punishment, you'll be expelled from the pack and exiled to the wastelands." Ronan's voice was beyond cold. He lifted his hand and pointed toward the massive black stone monument beside the altar, the Stone of Reckoning. It recorded the most unforgivable criminals in Sacred Wolf Pack history. At that very moment, my name was being carved into it by an unseen force. After my name followed one blood-red word that burned into my eyes. Exile.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

“So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.” Her arrogance made the word “crush” sound like a cruel joke. I gave a bitter smile and walked away without a word. That night, Blake came to the house. She already knew what had happened and was trying to get to the truth. “Unfortunately, the cameras at Fiona’s house were all broken. And since you weren’t with Nigel all the time, we can’t prove anything. Now it’s just Fiona’s word against yours.” She had even worse news to add. “Nigel’s been suspicious of you for a while. A month ago, he hired people to look into where you’ve b

I drank until my stomach was perforated and nearly suffered alcohol poisoning, all for a single deal. I even once sped down the highway at 220 miles per hour to sign a contract, coming dangerously close to death. I was the one who pulled Sanders Technology back from the brink of collapse and drove it toward going public. Those ten years were full of hardships and sacrifices, and above all, they were for her. Time and again, I had believed I would dedicate my life to this company, and to her. I never thought I would leave today like this, with my heart dead and my soul in ruins.

I narrowed my eyes. “Back off.” “Or what?” he asked, a laugh tearing from his throat as his hands moved lower. I grabbed his arm, seeing his eyes darken. “You think you're so tough huh? Just give in and you won't get hurt,” he said, yet I hadn't budged. I held his hand in place, my eyes coated with glaciers. Another man grabbed at my arm, making my eyes darken inexplicably. Touching me was their mistake. I twisted, grabbing his wrist and yanking it down, hard. A loud pop cracked through the air as his elbow dislocated. He screamed, stumbling back.