Confessions Of A Shopaholic Novels & Stories

I whispered, voice trembling as I hurried to explain, desperate for him to understand. Maybe he didn’t know. He was a priest, after all. He wouldn’t understand the ugly, sinful urges of the flesh. Maybe that was why he wanted me to recreate it. “Father, I—I apologize. Whenever I think of you like that… I touch myself. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s bad, but I can’t help it—” “Then do it now.” He cut clean through my confession. My breath caught. My eyes flew wide. “W-what?” I stammered, stunned, but his voice never wavered.

She knows it was a waste of time trying to talk him into going to church, but she tends to keep trying. A week has passed; Roslyn became more restless with each passing day. She isn’t looking forward to this wedding; her wish is for God to do his wonders and change her parents’ mind. “Can we go now?” Bella asked the moment she stepped into the living room with her small purse clutched to her chest. “Yes, which of the bridal shopping mall are we going to?” Asked Roslyn, Bella put the tip of her hand on her chin thoughtfully, “I know exact shop we can get a unique collection”. Said Bella, “We’d better go now before the sun rises”, Roslyn stood up to her feet and the two maneuver out of the man

I ordered the most expensive one on the menu making sure he saw to make him know marrying me is so bad for him, I'll probably drain him of his money. "I just thought that since you know, we are getting married, we should get to know each other a little. Don't you think?" He considered this for a moment and then nodded his head. "I agree." "Great! So one thing you should know about me is I love shopping. I go for shopping almost thrice every weak. I like to buy things that pleases my eyes even though I have no use or need of them. This last time, I bought a fancy but funky bag with neon pink fur on it. Although I know, I'm not going to use it, I still bought it. They looked quite good at the

"It's 7 dollars for a pair. I assure you that we don't overcharge you just because you're tourists." Chloe burst into laughter. "You don't have to be so honest." The young girl disdainfully said, "No, I have to tell you. We can't let certain people tarnish the reputation of our town." Chloe and Joseph sensed her resentment and asked, "Which shop or store here has the habit of deceiving their customers?" The young girl glanced at Chloe before shifting her gaze to Joseph. A hint of admiration flashed across her eyes as she shook her head. "You don't have to know. It's a cosmetic surgery hospital. Both of you are good looking, so you don't need any work done."

That brings me to my feet as I put on my coat before hurrying out. Barely reaching the store, I hear the clatters coming from it, mingled with a female’s shrieking voice. To my displeasure, I find the young woman throwing herself against curvy shelves and tables, sliding the items on top of them to the floor while yelling, “Vanities. Everything vain! These are nonsense, and it’s cruel to leave them here with such a high price after your atrocities!” She stops for a moment to look around the store, glaring at my workers who all watch her. “Do you think anyone would waste money on these? They’ll sooner expire and you’ll trash them. Greedy people. Greedy for lives and money…”

I dragged the suitcase to the biggest pawnshop in the city. To liquidate it all as fast as possible, I didn't even bother haggling, accepting whatever the owner offered. Just as I was stepping out with several new bank cards, I ran right into the ever-present Karlie again. She was at a cafe across the street, having high tea with a few other socialites. Seeing me exit a pawnshop, her eyes lit up brighter than a laser show. "I knew it! The Gibson family is definitely going under! Phoebe's already selling off her jewelry to run away!"

“You’re one to talk. You were practically forcing me into this marriage.” I ran my fingers through my hair, struggling to keep my temper in check. “Not only did you steal your sister’s identity, but you also planned our kidnapping. How much are you gaining from all this, huh?” Henessy sighed deeply and met my gaze. Despite my anger, my pulse quickened from that small insignificant gesture. “If you want an apology, I’ll give it. But don’t accuse me of things I didn’t know about .” “Oh, of course you didn’t know,” I said coldly. “Just like you didn’t know about the guy you met at my club, or how you didn’t know when you spread your legs like a freaking cheap whore-”

I braced myself with a hand on the table. I felt his breath on my neck as he dragged my hand over his erection. I blusher harder and tried to drag my hand away. He eventually let me go and got up as well. He walked out the door and before I went back behind the counter, I heard Chelsea call me a slut. Everyone knew she was the biggest slut. After I locked up the shop, it was dark. I danced and walked to my car and as soon I was inside, I took out Geoff's picture from my console and scowled at it. I put it back and drove home.

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

Jade says. I am so fucking confused right now. I get into the shower and try to wash the stench of jail off of me. I smell terrible. Jade has a lot of flowery shampoos and soaps. I don’t know if this will get the smell off or not. It is worth a shot. I scrub my entire body with everything she has in the shower. I get out and towel off. I wrap a towel around me and go out into the hall. “Where are my clothes?” I ask Jade.