Drug Dealer Books Novels & Stories

He nodded once when I approached. “This is him,” he said. “Caught him trying to dump a bag behind the old textile mill. Coke, probably imported, maybe some fentanyl mixed in. Classic dealing tactics.” I nodded. When Silas had called me again, I grumbled thinking he was disturbing my peace from having this time alone with my boys but when he mentioned he had caught the dealer, I was happy.

************** Chapter 1: Desperation I rushed through the crowded streets, my heels clicking on the wet pavement. Another late night, another shift at the diner. My uncle's debt was suffocating us, and I was running out of options. "Ari, you're late again," Martha, my coworker, said as I burst through the diner's door. "Sorry, Martha. Traffic," I lied, grabbing my apron. The night blurred together—endless orders, tired smiles, and pocket change tips. As the clock struck midnight, I counted my meagre earnings. Not enough. Never enough.

Suddenly he threw the drugs on the dealers who stood in front of him. “Is this drug you called…this is shit! If we sell this in the market, people will laugh at me. You all wanted me to make a laughing stock in the Mafia world? Drugs and Vodka are the highest and deadly combination (this is only for story to maintain. There is no such myth….Please ignore) “Cassyonove! Give them their prize for serving me this shit!. Cut them into pieces and throw them to our dogs at least they would be happy.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

said Eric. "Isn't shabu-shabu, cocaine, and marijuana still circulating in Surabaya?" I asked. "On the news, every day someone gets caught for drugs." "Brody doesn't care about trifles like that," said Eric, "He's aiming for the big drugs dealers. At that time, four of his men became drug dealers in Surabaya. If it's a small drugs dealer, Brody won't bother.” I got goosebumps hearing my step-uncle's actions.

She couldn't help but wonder what other secrets this enchanted room held, and what lay hidden behind its beautiful facade. As she walked further into the room, her eyes scanned the space, taking in every detail. She noticed a large drawer against one wall, partially hidden by a tapestry. Her curiosity piqued, she approached the drawer and pulled it open. The contents made her heart skip a beat. Inside, she saw a collection of drugs, neatly packaged and labeled. Her eyes widened as she recognized some of the substances as illegal and highly dangerous. Next to the drugs, she saw a small notebook, filled with handwritten notes and formulas. The notebook seemed to be a journal, detailing the man

Alpha Gabriel said to the drug dealer. " I remember the description you gave on what you want, due to the huge offer you are gonna give me, I prepared it perfectly, you can unmask yourself, even I am a drug dealer who is wanted and banned from some countries but I revealed my face to you" The drug dealer said to Alpha Gabriel. " I can't show you my face, give me what I want, so I can leave" Alpha Gabriel said to the drug dealer.

“You were found with a pretty generous supply of this. Now, we need to know, who are you working for?” The dealer swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing. He licked his lips, hesitating. His sluggish mind was still trying to catch up, still debating whether he should cooperate or hold out. He didn’t realize yet that there was no choice. I leaned in, my voice dropping to something colder, quieter. “I suggest you start talking. Because the longer you sit there wasting my time, the worse this is going to get for you.” The dealer’s head lolled forward as he shook it weakly, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. His lips parted, but his words were barely coherent, slurred by a mixture of fear

This had slowed down the movement of his killer, giving him some seconds to hit dial for the cops. My eyebrows shot up as I flexed my right fingers against the case file. Jurion was a drug dealer and he was also growing a huge amount of weed at his backhard. He wasn't a notorious one but he was probably in his first or second year, considering he got caught easily. "That's odd. Why call the cops on yourself?" I said to no one in particular, as I continued to go through the mountain of file.