Double Deja Vu Strain Novels & Stories

KAYLA POV The vibrating sound from that automated mixer filled the air as it seemed like the room has a spa service. Marcus was beside it while he felt like a blur because of shaking hands. His eyes were like a multitasker which was darting between the monitor and also the centrifuge. The 'Winter' strain was slowly fusing with the 'Spring' antidote which acts as a stabilizer. "It has approached 82% synthesis", Marcus yelled as the machinery tried to dampen his raised voice. "But Kayla, the molecular structure is really unstable and aggressive. If it continues to increase, then this place will be burned down".

So I was counting on that to get him to have an appropriate reaction. "Strain 5 is the one they've most likely released. It's the strain that has the most vials available, so they can use it more easily," Daemon said, and Izan raised his eyebrows. "They don't have time to replicate anything, so surely that must be it. They used what they had on hand." I cursed through my teeth at what that really meant. “Of course it has to be the most terrible strain!” I said angrily. “Magic silk coating every single wolf organ until the damn cocoon chokes them with toxins more lethal and painful than aconite is ideal. Isn't it?”

NOAH ❁✿❀ The smoke curled thick and lazy from the joint between my fingers, filling my living room with that heavy, skunky haze that always made everything feel a little slower, and a little less sharp. Lex had brought the good shit—some sativa-leaning strain he swore was “clean as fuck, and just vibes”—and right now the vibes were the only thing keeping me from putting my fist through the goddamn wall. I took another long drag, held it until my lungs burned, then exhaled slowly through my nose.

“But then I noticed JaneDayviellers, who usually acts like she admires me and hints that we’re friends in real life, has twice now screwed up and posted something in the style of MyHelperz.” “So we’ve probably got one or a few people acting like many different people,” Ted said and nodded. “Yes, that tracks.” She recited some web-speak that I couldn’t follow, though Wilson and Whitfield nodded along. Basically, the names she was following had IP addresses that kept changing. I noticed Delia seemed distracted by something on her phone, and when there was a lull, I asked her about it. “I think we’ve got a legit lead on the GHB derivative they used on the slaves,” she said. “It hasn’t really go

I hear him approach, so I turn to face him. "I didn't know exactly what you like, so I had Lance bring a few different options," Jon says. "Lance said he got a quarter of bud, I think he called it Girl Scout Cookies. There are also six joints rolled with Bubba kush." He looks unsure. "Are these really the names of Marijuana strains?" He pulls out four carts. "And these... go to this," he pulls out a vape pen. "Grape Ape, Strawberry Haze, Peach Cobbler, and NYC Diesel," he says, reading the cart strains. "Guess those don't sound as weird." He puts everything back inside a zebra print, cloth bag, and zips it. "There are a few other things in there as well. It has a lock on it. The zippers go h

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

You're welcome. Deja turned to Dominique, whose perfect facade was beginning to crack as the drug took effect. Her eyelids drooped slightly, and she swayed on her feet. "Oh, cousin Dominique," Deja said sweetly, folding her hands like a preacher's wife. "Are you feeling alright? You look a little... unstable." She clutched her chest like the drama was giving her heart palpitations. "I feel just terrible about spilling your drink. I hope there wasn't anything... special in it."

"Oh, you need my spiritual counsel. You caught me at the right time my son. Take a hit first and feel the healing power of God." "Sure Brother," said Zeke as took a long drag. He exhaled and smiled. "This is good stuff Brother, better than the one I had when I first got here." "Like it? This is a new sativa strain I developed. This will enable you to open up all of your senses and feel one with the higher power. I call this the Touch of God." "Wow. I'm starting to feel it now Brother Bart." "How can I help you my son?"

He kept his eyes on the building, searching for anything that might be considered probable cause. She gave a short laugh and sighed. “I don’t know why we’re here. I doubt we’re going to find anything we don’t already know.” “Well, I don’t know how they run things in narcotics, but we tend to be more patient,” Caleb replied. He held up a bag of crackers. “Have one. It will ease your nerves.” “I’m not nervous.” She took a cracker, anyway. “I’m just bored.” He smiled. “Well, life can’t always be exciting.” He looked at her. “You should learn to enjoy some peace and quiet when you can.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?