Drug Dealer Books Novels & Stories

I growled. The man clenched his jaws tightly and looked down at the polished oak floor. I noticed he didn't look at me once. He was such a fucking pussy. He eventually spoke quietly, and his voice was rough like gravel. "Gareth Lee," he said. "I take it that you are a drug dealer." I smirked.

dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.” “Why did you tell Kent then?” I fumed. I can’t believe they’ve kept this secret from me. “Well, when Kent was 17 he was already in a gang,” dad sighed. “I didn’t know dad had a gang, until I made my first drug deal with his gang,” Kent admitted. “Okay,” I sighed, finally letting everything sink in. “We were just trying to protect you,” mom assured. “I understand that,” I breathed, “But who is Ken Walter, and why did you sell me to him.”

Zephyra It is a dark and humid night here in the City of Mexico and I am dealing with one of the small-time drug dealers, that we leant a large sum of money to, we gave him six months to pay us back the money; it will now be going onto a year, we have sent some of our, let me see… how can I say this? Our “passive” negotiators to allow him to pay in instalments, which he has not kept to and that is why I am here instead of being out with my friends and having a ball of a time on a Friday night. My men were waiting in the Jeep and I was here on my own; the drug dealer was a short middle-aged man, with slight stubble on his face and a bald patch on his head, he had a gold ring for every finger,

"Understood." Several men nodded without hesitation and rushed out immediately. The drug dealer had brought skilled money counters this time, completing the money counting in a short time. "Then I wish us a happy cooperation next time, Mr. Brooks." The drug dealer smiled evilly and patted the box containing the money. Henry was somewhat aloof, but still he replied unceremoniously, "I look forward to our next cooperation." Although drugs were a bit dangerous, they were absolutely profitable. The benefits behind them were enough to make him lose his mind.

This man, who was once my adversary, had unexpectedly become my mate. In a shadowy alley, a figure cloaked in dark blue stood silently, clutching a white bag filled with a potent drug known as Drain. This substance, aptly named, would gradually drive a person to madness with continuous use. Like many drugs, it offered a euphoric escape, only to slowly destroy the user. It was a means to eliminate an entire pack of consumers, leaving even the wolves vulnerable to its effects.

Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.

He said curtly, motioning for me to follow him as he climbed the stairs. I had done my research. At least, as much as I could. Luca Moretti wasn’t just a wealthy single father looking for a tutor. He was a man whose name carried weight in whispers and shadows, someone who reportedly controlled a significant piece of the city’s underworld. And now I was walking straight into his home. The possibilities of what could happen to me were endless.

“What?” “There’s a new dealer in town. I don’t know who it is, but what I do know is that they’re here and actively selling the drug. In the last week alone, I’ve spotted several people - mostly foolish kids with too much money and less sense - who come into the club where I work and it seems they have somehow gotten their hands on it.” I went cold. My mind took a minute to fully process the information I’d just received. There was no way the drug that had destroyed so many lives and which I’d fought tooth and nail to get off the streets was back.

They have eliminated a few dealers, but the problem has not subsided and we need to find the head of the snake and cut it off. “Okay, walk me through this again. Who would benefit the most from multiple packs being decimated by these drugs?” Elara is trying to fill in the suffocating silence. I can see her need to be in action in every move she makes. None of us can seem to go to bed, no one would sleep, we would all be discussing it in one way or another, so we might as well be together. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

After a few seconds she returned holding three books in her hands. She handed them to me “what’s going on?” she asked. “You can go, I will let you know if there’s something I need” I replied without answering her question. Abigail left my office while I opened the first book and went through it, word for word and digit for digit. In the first book there were no mistakes or anything but the money written there wouldn’t afford to build such an expensive office. I also went through the other two books that were left and I still couldn’t find anything suspicious. But of course, a drug dealer would never expose their monies if they used a book store and a coffee shop to launder it, with the coffe