Hero/Heroin Novels & Stories

"This is theft. If no one comes forward, I'm calling the police." Before I could finish, Chloe pushed the door open and walked in with a grin. "I did it. I was just in a car accident, so I'm not doing so well physically and need to heal up. I didn't have enough money, so I came here to get some from you. I already sold that necklace. It was barely enough to buy the supplements. "Why are you looking at me like that? Helping me recover is something you should be doing anyway. That wasn't enough money, so I started getting some ready. I need at least ten thousand from you."

He booked a room,paid in cash and fortunately nobody asked who we were. Neither of us asked. I cleaned up in the bathroom,trying to scrub away the dried scent of blood, the sweat, the ash of everything I had lost. When I came out, he was waiting with two little glass cups filled with cheap whiskey from the minibar. He didn't utter a word but simply handed me one of the glasses. I stared at it for a second, hesitating. What if it is actually poison?.I took it after taking a deep long breath.

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

---- I stopped at the hotel and looked at her. "Take this just in case," I took out my gun and handed it to her. "Take it," she shook her head no. "Listen, I don't want to go after you. So please, take it. Just in case something happens." She took it and placed it in her purse. "Be quick." She nodded and got out the door. I watched her closely as she went inside. It was already dark enough for the street lights to light up and I was not going to let any creeps touch her.

She clicked at the buttons and it went shut, and took us down stairs. “What’s all this?” I asked. She smiled and bit her lower lip. “Look, Zain is not all about kissing and sucking your sweet pussy.” Her response was calm. “He is a damn Mafia, a drug baron and a street lord.” Drug baron. I’m dating a drug baron, a damn mafia lord? “You see, things like this are bound to always happen.” She looked me in the face. “And you must prepare yourself to die for Zain if you want to live.”

Terrance nodded at him. Noah said in a low voice, "Madam Hans, you are not weak, and there is nothing wrong with your health either. It's just that there's heroin found in your blood. Now, you are considered as a drug addict after being forced to consume the heroin for a long time."? "What are you talking about? Stop joking! How am I possibly taking drugs? I'm a family member of a martyr and I know that these things are illegal! Plus, it's going to ruin the family reputation!"

And what is H? H… H… H is for…? My eyes widen. Holy fuck. H is heroin. I think for a moment. Shit, CC must be cocaine. I put both of my hands over my mouth in shock. Cocaine is hidden in the coffee and heroine is hidden in the tea. Crap. This is some serious shit. My heart rate picks up and my eyes flicker around nervously. What if I get caught copying this down? Why does he even have it? What if he gets caught copying this down? Who did he copy this from?

As my body grew colder and colder, Monica's cruel curses faded along with my breath. When I opened my eyes again, every memory from my death rushed back into my mind. Monica, the person I had once treated like family but had ended up killing me, was sitting right in front of me. I had been reborn. And just like in my previous life, once Monica's mother, Lorelei Newman, found out that she had secretly been dating a guy from a modest background, she immediately set up a blind date out of anger. Monica was beautiful, and she had become a model after graduating from the arts academy.

Get over yourself, girl. “Wait a minute.” Santiago got to his feet slowly, his right hand still cradling his glass of whiskey as he faced his unexpected visitor fully. Her features were similar to those of many of the young women he’d been with; long, dark brown hair, an arched nose, a sculpted face, smooth, tanned skin, average height, and a petite body shape… all crowned with an overall stunning beauty.

Even if I don't do anything to them, they will still be annoyed with me or maybe even angry, so I will do it completely! Dana: Online but don't even know how to reply? Are you feeling famous Nicole? Ann: They say flirty people take a long time to die? Now I know that's true, long live sis! Erika: Hey Nicole! Teach me how to be flirty! They're really grouping their self to make me upset? Or to make me down? They are a squad. GJD squad for short for gossip, judgmental and disgusting. I clicked on Dana's message to reply.