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Warning: Dark and mature themes: explicit sex, heavy angst, non-detailed abuse, trauma, violence, and intense emotional tension. Please read with caution. Choi Yujun- born into power but cursed with a 'weakness'. The only son of the Choi family is born an omega, born an embarrassment to a bloodline of strong and pure alphas. At a party, a violent attack from a mutual enemy exposed Yujun’s secret in front of his family’s sworn enemy, Hwang Jaehyun, Yujun prepares for humiliation and blackmail, offering himself to be used by the Alpha in order to protect himself from his own family Instead of the humiliation...Hwang Jaehyun does the unthinkable... The rival who is supposed to destroy him, becomes his drug, his shield, his forbidden comfort. Together they fight to bring down the people who made Yujun bleed…together they bleed in the face of betrayals, trials and "Don't you realize? I'm a Choi, I am cursed and I am sick" Yujun says with deep angish, "then use me, Yujun-ah, use me like a drug" Jaehyun response came out raw and desperate, his alpha swearing it.

In a world where the international drug trade is worth billions of dollars, Draco decides that he wants a piece of that pie. Money, power, beautiful woman, private planes, Draco wants it all! Who ever said that crime doesn't pay? Draco discovers that in this world there are actually miracle drugs that can do almost anything your heart desires. These drugs can give a crippled man unparalleled strength, or give a mentally ill one superhuman intelligence. However, wouldn't it be a waste to use it on them? Draco sees his path to power, and he doesn't hesitate to take it. *-------------------------------------------------------* This is a new story I've been working on for a while now. Give it a try, you'll probably enjoy it. In this story I guarantee that there will be great storytelling, pacing, and grammar.

I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs. Author: 무시야

I spread my arms to their peak wingspan, showcasing the entire city below me. "This is going to be my empire," I proudly told him, "and I am going to be the emperor!" Vincent has had a tragic past and a not-so-pleasant present. So what does he have? The future. In a world where evolution, and its people, have been tamed by a single drug, Vincent embarks on a perilous journey filled with highs and lows that are sometimes not his hands. He will find out truths that have covered themselves up in the mirage of time. Will he have what it takes? Will he be able to survive in a world only suited for the strongest? (I hope whoever is reading this is finding the synopsis interesting. I can't pretend that I wrote this willingly, so I am writing this part to compensate for the cringy part that you've hopefully just read. Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and I wish you a wonderful read. ) _______________________________________ Quick notice to new readers (well I think all of you are new readers, but...) The story really takes off at chapter 11, so please be patient when reading the first few chapters as they help build tension and background. Thank you for your time! ---------------------------------------- Guess what?.......... I made the novel cover by myself! That's why it looks so...different.

Pablo Escobar was born on a cattle ranch in 1949, the second year of The Violence, a civil war that saw millions of Colombians flee their homes and left hundreds of thousands dead. Slicing people up with machetes was popular and led to a new genre of slaughter methods with ornate names. The Flower Vase Cut began with the severing of the head, arms and legs. The liberated limbs were stuffed down the neck, turning the headless torso into a vase of body parts. A victim stabbed in the neck, who had his tongue pulled out through the gap and hung down his chest was wearing a Colombian Necktie. The turmoil affected nearly every family in Colombia. It accus- tomed Pablo's generation to extreme violence and the expectancy of a short and brutal life. Pablo's parents were Abel de Jesús Dari Escobar, a hard-working peasant farmer who traded cows and horses, and Hermilda Gaviria, an elementary-school teacher. As her husband was mostly absent due to work, Her- milda cooked, cleaned and took care of her family. Pablo was the third of seven children. ———————————— Discord:- RAJABHIDIXIT#5608 Instagram:-THE_DEVILS_LORD_777 SNAPCHAT:- RAJABHI046 If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is :-RAJABHIDIXIT#5608

[WARNING] [I do not advocate for drugs. Do not do drugs!] [This is a fantasy and should be treated as such] If you want an MC that is manipulative (ally and enemy like); If you want an MC that wins without even fighting; If you want an MC who is powerful if he has to fight; If you want an MC who earns a lot of money; Then this novel is for you. ---------------------------------------------------- Money can buy everything Caesar believes this all through his life. But, he was poor and an orphan living in a third-world country, which meant he had no power in this world. His opportunities were hindered because of this and he would never be accepted in a normal job. There was one business that had the most lucrative payout than most and can be accessible to people like him; that was drug dealing. But drugs like Joy were banned by the World Church and he had stronger and more powerful competitors waiting to destroy enemies like him. How could he even stand a chance against them? He’ll use his greatest asset, his cunning and intelligent brain. So brilliant, in fact, that his brain could not handle it and manifests hidden knowledge into tangible feelings like sounds and visions. [Level up!] [Pure Joy drug recipe unlocked] But will this be enough? There are people with godlike powers here in this world. Will he be able to outsmart them, or will his hallucinations help him by giving him a way to obtain power? —------------------------------- There are no physical fights in the first chapters, only mind battles and the MC scamming and outsmarting his enemies to build his drug business. The magical and powered fights will only appear once the Miracle Drugs are introduced.

After the abduction of his mother whilst on a mission, samuel Black finds himself hot on the tail of a huge Russian drug lord and hot in love with her daughter. He unexpectedly reunites with his deadbeat brother who later turns heel and betrays him. He suspects something big is going on, but he just cant get his finger on it. betrayal is fast becoming a main theme in his life which is spinning out of control. How does he put an end to it?. In the long run, Samuel knows that he can't have it all. The girl, his family, his life, he will surely loose some, possibly all, but he has to do what needs to be done and that is exactly what he plans on doing.

I swear to God, I'm really just a legitimate businessman! Reborn in 1980s America, Victor inherits a failing pharmaceutical company. The Mafia wants to kill him for debt. The Bank wants to seize his assets. To survive, Victor has to use his chemistry knowledge to make some... "adjustments" to his products. He invented "Purple Energy Drink" (Promethazine + Codeine) — and the rappers went crazy for it. He released "Focus Pills" for students — and Wall Street stockbrokers got addicted. He developed "Pain Relief Patches" — and the cartels realized their heroin couldn't compete. Years later, when Victor stood on the cover of *Time* magazine as "Entrepreneur of the Year", the DEA agent Hank Schrader gritted his teeth in the background. "He is the biggest drug lord in history!" Agent Hank roared. "Slander! Absolute slander!" Victor adjusted his tie elegantly in front of the court. "My products are all FDA approved. I pay my taxes. I do charity. How can you call a model citizen a criminal just because his customers like his cough syrup a little too much?"

[Ding! You've gained ten thousand Drug Points! You can now use "Hypnotic Drugs."] [Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are twice as effective on females.] [Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are three times as effective on females deeply in love with their partners.] [Ding! Due to the host's tendencies, the effects are four times as effective on MILFs.] [DING! New Mission: Steal the Tech Hammer CEO's wife and daughter.] [Reward: 5,000 Drug Points]

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"