Wonder Drug Novels & Stories

He seemed somehow more busy and It hasn't been easy with him not here. I was barely hanging on here. Yes, I have people who are supporting me and fighting with me, but I'm still struggling with everything that's happening. After meeting Kingsley like a week ago, I was beyond shocked when I found out about what the drug was. It was a supposed miracle drug that could heal any sickness, and each pill of it cost a fortune—enough to buy land in Malibu. Just a pill. It was said that If a person suffering from leukemia or any sickness were to take the drug, they would be completely healed. All their scans and tests would show that they're now alright.

Who in the bloody hell would dare to poison her with Dreamweed plant? It could induce vivid, terrifying visions and leave its victims vulnerable for days. It was a powerful drug, often used by those seeking to escape reality, but also a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands that's why it became illegal ten years ago in the Kingdom. It shouldn't be spreading around by now. “How long?” I asked, still looking at my sleeping mate’s face. I don't even think I can leave her side right now. I don't know who to trust anymore. The pack healer sighed.

Noticing that Waverly was nowhere daunted, Max hissed, “How dare you do this to me, Tiffany! I’ll expose your crimes! I’ll ruin your reputation!” “Hah!” Waverly scoffed. She looked at him with a pair of extremely cold yet sympathetic eyes. “I’d advise you to save your energy so you’ll be able to explain yourself to the anti-drug police.” “What?” Max’s head buzzed, and his face turned pale. “What are you saying? Tiffany! What are you doing?!” Waverly was like the lord of hell as she stood by the bed and looked down at him. “What I injected in you is a famous drug from the black market. Overdosing will result in madness and hallucinations. You’ll be classified as a mad person!”

His hand brushed a cold plastic, then another, and another. He pulled one brick halfway into the light, white powder wrapped tight in plastic. Cocaine. A lot of cocaine. He closed his eyes briefly, then sat back against the bedframe, staring at the drugs in numb silence, and in that moment, sitting on the dorm floor with tears still drying on his face and two hundred thousand dollars worth of drugs hidden beneath his bed, he understood something terrifying. He was going to sell every last bit of it, because the only alternative Adrian Voss had left him was worse.

I yell You know what angers me the most about this, is that this drug he's giving her isn't just a drug It was designed to make an army more powerful People suffer from PTSD so this drug was made so that people could kill and not remember what happened The day Xavier and I got a hold of the shipment we nearly died for the mere fact that everyone in the upper class black market wants this drug. It's worth roughly 3.1 million just for 4 10 ml bottles It's the type of steroid that can kill a person but I just don't understand how Amari is still alive

Honestly, there was something he needed to discuss with Jaxter, but after the birth of his son, Roberto felt it was best to postpone the discussion. “Just say it,” Jaxter said, his expression serious and unyielding as he looked at Roberto. Roberto took a deep breath and looked back at the master and mistress. “There’s a new drug circulating.” Jaxter raised his gaze to Roberto, but his expression remained unchanged. “And this drug has very severe effects. Users experience intense self-destructive tendencies, and the addiction potential is extremely high. Once someone tries it, they need it again. If they don’t get it, it will torment them.”

“I was given the drug by someone else. I have no cure.” “You lying bastard!” I seethed. Aaron merely shrugged, his tone indifferent. “Believe what you want. But I kept my end of the deal. I gave her back. Now hold up yours—end the battle.” My hands curled into fists. I wanted to rip him apart, to make him pay for what he had done to Rose. “Who gave you the drug?” I demanded. “A black market wizard,” Aaron admitted, unconcerned. “But his whereabouts are unknown.”

And this was the second stage of madness. "Have you ever heard of the Wind Capsule? "That voice asked at a winding distance. I didn't make any movement to indicate that I was listening, but she continued. "Of course, no one gets used to using the scientific name and that's why they look for simplistic classifications. Anyway, this drug is interesting... I like to call it the Damn Fear. Those who experience it say that hallucinations are horrendous and that it can often lead the individual to suicide. It depends on what your subconscious recognizes as fear, of course. Perhaps this is the reason why distribution has been banned worldwide... I finally got used to the oscillating lights that cra

Under my anger is misery. I want Dad back. I want our old life back, the one before he married this woman. But Dad is gone, and nobody knows why. With the crime rate being what it is, they made my father into another statistic, blaming drugs and what not. But I know better. We may have been poor, but Dad was a scholar. He loved books. He never touched alcohol, not even at his own wedding. And he abhorred drugs. To the point that even I don’t mess with them either.

I nodded my head. Tex tsked his tongue and said, "As you said he was a dealer of a drug called Heaven. It's twice stronger than cocaine. It will make your body hot as hell so they conditioned their place chilly cold. It has many side effects like constant horniness, hunger, and dryness. If addicters didn't take it they might experience anxiety disorder and tremble bodies." I sighed and asked, "What shit! She got herself into?" James asked Tex, "Is there any cure?" Tex shrugged and said, "Don't know. I send some samples to our research team and healers. I hope they give some good news" we both nodded our heads. I asked Tex after a little pause, "Where is that guy? Did he talk about who is the