Stockley Drug Interactions Novels & Stories

Sebastian Holt is the golden boy of big-time hockey. He is young, unspotted, and publicly reserved. After an "incident" in the playoffs, he is assigned to off-season training with a new club in the rural mountain town of Duskpine. He hadn't expected Rowan Vale, the team's new trainer- brooding, intense, with an odd aura that unnerves and intrigues him. Rowan is a warlock who has renounced magic but when Sebastian shows up, something stirs inside him, something basic. Something ravenous. When the full moon rises, Sebastian finds he's less human than he believed and Rowan was sent to prevent him from becoming what he truly is. Only… they can't appear to stay away from one another. Their chemistry is like a drug, their bodies attracted as the moon to the tide. But perhaps it's not love that's pulling them in because something evil is brewing in Duskpine, and the only method of survival is. It is to surrender to the pull between them. Even if it kills them.

In this life, I told my father I didn't want to marry Leon Williams. I'd rather marry his half-brother instead. My father was shocked—after all, everyone in town knew I had been obsessed with Leon for ten whole years. But in my previous life, I only discovered the truth as I lay dying in childbirth: the baby I carried wasn't even mine. It belonged to Leon and the struggling medical student he'd been secretly funding. The cruelest part? They conceived it using the drug I had developed. After my death, the three of them lived happily ever after as one perfect little family. So in this life, I'm willingly stepping aside for them. I'm curious to see how their love affair works out without my drug. What I never expected was Leon's reaction when he saw his brother's ring on my finger—he completely lost it.

Maristela is an undercover agent for an operation to capture the drug lord named Zircon. Pumasok siya bilang barista sa isang bar na kung tawagin ay Classique. There she met the gorgeous but hot-headed owner, Seig, na parati siyang pinag-iinitan. Isa si Seig sa persons of interest ngunit sa pagdating ng mga araw ay wala siyang nakuhang malakas na ebidensiya mula rito. Then comes, Aquina, ang lalaking nasa listahan ng pinaka-notorious na middle-man mula sa underworld business. He’s an enemy but then she felt something that will definitely make her mission a fail and the truth behind the real enemy’s identity... Zircon is the most ambitious person in the world. Papabagsakin niya ang lahat para makuha lang ang gusto, maging ang tao na siya ang dahilan kung bakit buhay siya- si Maristela. Bit by bit, Zircon will reveal the truth behind the honest undercover agent, at sisiguraduhin niyang susuko si Maristela sa kanya.

"You may now kiss the bride " the priest said He opened my veil with mischief in his eyes and covered my lips with his. I'm now officially married, a marriage of convenience..... ************************************************ The Armani family, a family well known for their devilish beauty and cruelty, a family at the peak of the Cosa Nostra. The family's heir Alejandro is the most eligible bachelor in the entire Cosa Nostra. He didn't plan on getting married but then SHE came along...... It was an accident, a seemingly harmless night's stand, she didn't want to be married yet, especially not to HIM... But she's here now and worst part is that he's a wild card, an unrepentant flirt with an air of arrogance . Then there's the mystery woman who would stop at nothing to have Alejandro, the drug Lords who will do anything to bring the Armani family down ... Murder,lies,deceit, sex, drugs and of course love are the order of the day in the Armani family. And enemies lurk by the corners... Will they survive all these ? Find out......

He finally had it and stripped her naked, she didn't struggle, she just looked at him and let him do what he wanted with her. Until he had her wrists cuffed to the bedpost and she looked like a fragile beautiful woman who he was going to protect and cherish. "You've never been a loser in my eyes." He said as he kissed her softly on her forehead, then trailing his kisses down her body. ***** What do you get when you mix one very work-driven female agent with one goal driven drug lord? Will she give in to his charms? Will he seduces her with more info? Find out will the odd couple managed to get around their differences and find their happy endings? Or will the opposite attraction fail them... This is the story about our Karla and Yegor. Read snippets about them in "The Bratty Heiress" ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal.Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. He spent his life thinking that dark-furred wolves were uncleansed, uneducated, bottomless creatures. I was a dirtball wolf slave, and I was meant to be repulsed by him. Yet his wolf wouldn’t let him be disgusted; his wolf wanted me, as his MATE.God must want to kill me faster to make me his mate, especially we have sex after a drug accident. But after As the weeks went on, it seemed as though my relationship with Marlon has only grown more intense. He came into my room only to have sex again and agian.A dirty black sex slave. That is what I am.Until he said, he was mesmerized by me.

Vice and Victor have a plan. Five years in the spotlight to make their fortune, then move into the background, with their own record label. Fast and smart is their motto. Romance will have to wait, especially since their idea of an ideal romance, involves both of them and one woman. When their manager, Aaron, asks them to collaborate with a chart-topping popstar who wants to gravitate into rock, they are dubious. A frequent flyer in the gossip columns over the last twelve months with a history of drug and alcohol problems, they fear she will be difficult and volatile to work with. After being roofied by her music producer, Mirage has learnt the hard way that it is not an equal world. Without proof, she cannot pursue legal recourse, and she is locked into completing another album with her rapist. Meanwhile, Mr Rich has been feeding the industry lies about her having dependency on alcohol and drugs, and the gossip mags have seized upon the stories, slowly tearing her professional reputation into pieces. But Mirage is not a fragile damsel in distress, she is a pop-rock chick, and she is fighting back.

I spent countless sleepless nights developing a breakthrough drug for a devastating illness, and I expected at least some recognition from my CEO girlfriend. Instead, she accused me of wasting the company research budget and promoted a newly hired young assistant to oversee the company finances. It was the middle of a brutal heatwave with temperatures that soared past ninety-eight degrees. The assistant locked the lab air-conditioning controls away so no one else could use them, while he shut himself inside his private office with the AC set to sixty degrees. He wrapped himself in a blanket and played video games. I complained to my girlfriend, and she brushed it off as part of building company culture. She claimed she gave him authority for my own good because she believed it would prepare me for a future management position. According to her, I was too narrow-minded to understand her intentions. She then shut off the lab main power supply and locked the control panel as if she wanted to teach me a lesson. The fans stopped working, and the heat grew worse. Several coworkers collapsed from heat exhaustion and were taken to the hospital. The assistant posted photos of himself and my girlfriend at an indoor ski resort. They wore winter jackets and ate ice cream together. The caption read, “Some people are sweeter than ice cream.” I finally understood everything. Her idea of company culture had never been anything more than an excuse to favor him. Everyone expected me to confront her or demand an explanation. I packed up my things instead. She mistook my silence for obedience. She believed her air-conditioning punishment had worked, and she promised that once she returned from closing her business deal, she might consider letting me enjoy the AC again. She did not know that when she shut down the lab power, the research equipment stopped running. The drug we had just finished developing became unstable, and the experimental data was destroyed. By the time the delivery deadline arrived, there would be no formula left to hand over. She would face a catastrophic breach-of-contract lawsuit and enormous financial penalties. Without access to the medication in time, she would also suffer permanent long-term complications from the illness we had tried to treat.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”