Jingle Jangle Drug Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Colene merely sighed wistfully without a word, unlike her usual boisterous self. "Drugged?" Alyssa felt her throat clammed up. She croaked, "Was Lyla …" "No, it wasn't some kind of date rape drug," Mandy reassured Alyssa. She felt a lump in her throat and lowered her voice, "It was an illegal drug that would affect one's nervous system. The drug has since vanished from Cyrris, though it was once popular in the entertainment industry. You could describe it as a soft drug that was harmful to health."

Chapter 27: Not Quite Right…. Nova- More than two weeks had passed since the Gala, and I was now deep into wedding planning alongside Perra and Patrice. As we sat in the bridal boutique waiting for my wedding dress fitting, my thoughts drifted back to that night. Thankfully, Elizabeth Warner had made a full recovery. It turned out she reacted so violently to the drug because it contained almonds in its elixir. Drug dealers often mix in a compound called benzaldehyde to mask the bitter taste. Its primary ingredient comes from almonds—and Elizabeth happened to be severely allergic.

Daniella turned to her watch and responded, “Uhhh, it's exactly 3 p.m., why?” The driver pulled out a pill bottle from a compartment in the dashboard of the car and popped it open. The word “Alpha-J” was written boldly on the bottle, and there was only one red pill inside it. “What’s that?” Angela asked. “Oh, haven't you heard about it? It's a new drug that was produced by Higher Wellness Pharmaceuticals and endorsed by Governor Gerald and Professor Joseph of the Westerville international research laboratory. The drug helps to relax the body and mind and also kills every pain, no matter how small.

She started seeing me as the enemy, like I was the worst person in the world. Sometimes, I was confused. Was being labeled a jinx more important than blood and family? Wasn't I Mom's precious daughter? The conditions in the psychiatric ward were bad. The walls were cracked, and the air was thick with unpleasant smells. Mom was kept in a tiny room. Ironically, it didn't have a window either. Her hair was a mess. Sometimes she was lucid; other times, she was completely out of it. When the nurse brought her medication, she'd scream in terror, "Jinx! Jinx! Stay away from me!"

' Cassie raised her hand and took out a small transparent glass bottle, which contained Gingko. Javen shook his head and smiled. 'I fear that Juwan will be so angry this time.' 'Who cares? He provokes me first.' Javen scanned Cassie's body from head to toe to make sure that she was fine before he relaxed. 'How did you find this knockout drug?' Cassie looked down on Juwan's drugs, and said in a disdainful tone, 'It's just a simple knockout drug, so I found it as soon as I smelled it. It's not a big deal for me.'

I said, nervousness coloring my voice. "Give it a few more seconds," he said enigmatically. Then suddenly, I felt the world spin—like I was standing by a carousel, and everything around me blurred. "There she is," he laughed maniacally. "What's happening?" I asked, clutching my head as I felt my body slowly weakening, limp and powerless. "It's the drug, my little pumpkin. Red-Hot Retro isn't just about champagne and celebration liquors—it’s got a little kick of coke, but the rest is something spicier than just being high."

It looked too calm, like he was too pleased with himself. “You really don’t remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been almost dead for… eighteen hours now.” My stomach lurched. “What?” “I drugged you. Silencium-24. Grandpa said it was never meant to exist outside a laboratory. It started as an experimental metabolic suppressant, something his researchers engineered to slow the body’s functions during high-risk surgeries. But the trials were shut down quickly. The drug worked too well. Grandma nicknamed it “the Juliet drug.” It slows metabolism to 5%. The heartbeat becomes undetectable without advanced equipment. And the body becomes cool and limp like a corpse.

The doctor said and paused. I could feel my heart in my throat as she continued on, saying the words we both dreaded to hear. “It seems Jaselyn was drugged consistently over a period of time. By adding in miniscule amounts of the drug into her food, the person was able to successfully get her addicted without causing any major side effects or making her suspect anything. It truly is a devious act. One of the worst I've seen in my profession.” The doctor spoke with a frown, clearly unnerved by the revelation.

Jenny shouted and held her head, wincing in pain and growls came from within her. “Mom the drug your therapist recommended, take them now, it helps!” Bec shouted and Jenny reached for the back pocket of her jean trousers and brought out a very small transparent plastic wrap with pills in them and just as she was about to open the wrap, it fell from her hands and moved fast across the room, under the couch. “I've told you to stop taking those, it weakens me.” A voice said “I don't know what I'm doing wasting my time with you anyways” she added and Jenny slumped to the ground and we saw Lisa's shadow as she stood above Jenny.

On the bedside table sat the bottle of folic acid. I picked it up and examined it—the production batch number was blurred, and the manufacturer's name was unfamiliar. The next day, while Jennifer was out, I took a photo and sent it to Marcello. He replied quickly. "There's something wrong with that medication. It's mixed with psychoactive substances. Long-term use will cause hallucinations." That night, when Jennifer returned, she stood in front of the mirror again, giggling to herself. I grabbed her arm. "Have you been taking something wrong lately? Maybe you should go to a hospital and get checked."