روايات وقصص ضمن Confessions Of An English Opium-eater

I want her. “He doesn't have such a big cock.” She confesses with a sad face. I am ready to fucking slap her. I don’t think I can eat anymore. I drink. Mr Fergusson was done talking on the phone and now starts complaining about the food. He always has something to complain about. I can’t stand it. He starts saying the cook is wrong, that he wants his servants to act better. He bangs the table angrily and says he wants to talk to the cook. He gets up and goes to the kitchen. I turn around to look at Angelica who has hardly eaten anything, yet she has red cheeks as if she was all warm.

Mr Alexandra was in a conversable mood, and a pleasant evening was spent in one of the saloons, playing cards, drinking tea, and chatting over a noble fire. The only discomfort Elizabeth had to endure was the sight of her brother begging Lord Peterson to give an opinion on his new snuff, the whole history of which he had been recounting a moment previous. Lord Peterson was obliging enough to help himself to a pinch, and to say courteously that he had no doubt of its being a superior mixture. Lord Clements, less polite, put up his glass when the box was offered to him, and upon hearing that it was highly scented waved it away. "No, thank you, Patrick. I will believe it to be all you say. I ho

Edwin called before leaving, but Thomas paid no mind, his hands instantly moving to the whiskey, he needed to be high at all times he didn’t want to think, he felt miserable when he had a clear mind “well my dear friend Nicholas, if my luck runs out, I will be joining you soon,” he whispered peering Into nothing, a part felt like it was reparation of all the things they had done for their greed but he didn’t want to think so he drowned more alcohol, that was the best way over The evening had come as he was getting more impatient, his last stash of opium had been used and he was already having withdrawals, he had moved to the hallways, half-drunk to call out to the maid but it was already lat

He muttered and returned to his usual spot, behind the cash register. Chiara stumbled through the streets, ignoring the glances that people gave her. She was being stupid but she wasn’t ready to back there. Her stomach growled and her mouth had a lingering foul taste. She searched around frantically and ran towards a nearby bush, crouching in front of it. The sounds of her retching and gagging followed shortly after along with the faint smell of vomit. When she raised her head, people’s eyes were on her and her cheeks were flushed. She was sober enough to feel embarrassed but couldn’t stand up without stumbling.

"Yeah, I heard that your mom's missing...you know, Aditi, my mom's been dead for years now. I have a bit of a soft spot for moms. Anyways, ask away." "So, like, your drug dealer, you said that he's new in town?" I asked, earning a tipsy nod from Bill. "Can you tell me where he used to meet you?" "Show me your boobs first," Bill said solemnly. I jumped back from him, about to yell at him when he laughed, waving his hands as if amused. "Just kidding, relax. He never met me in the same place more than once. But all the places were south of town." South of town, near Doc's house. And Doc saw opium poppies. A dread began to pool in my heart, fearing that Doc's suspicion about genetically modified

This question was for Ophelia, asked by a woman. "Shocked, confused, and lastly unbelief. I couldn't accept the fact that he was really Finlay because he was half the man he was before he headed north. The old Finlay could barely pass through a door because of his heavyweight, but I suppose he was tortured by his captives until he lost some pounds." Ophelia said. She had her chin tipped up a bit and her shoulders were held high from where she was seated, with her legs crossed like the Luna queen that she was.

I- uh… Sir, what are you insinu-" "-Which narcotic is it? I recall Tony mentioned you broke your arm last year," he deadpanned. Dillon was left speechless for a moment. The guy went for the jugular, that was for sure. As he slowly answered, very choosy with his words, he wasn't able to meet Charles' eye out of shame. "Tramadol. I managed to kick it after my arm healed… Then, uhm… somethin' bad happened, and durin' that time I stumbled upon extras I had hidden at Tony's place… 'n lost the battle with temptation. T-that was around last Thanksgiving-"

he said, his voice smooth, calm, and laced with authority. Her uncle trembled, sweat pooling on his brow. “ Ohh N-no! I’ve never considered you a fool! Please, I swear!” he begged, desperation shining in his eyes. Amy’s heart raced as she realized she was witnessing a side of her uncle she’d never seen: a man who had always been strong and confident, now crumbling in fear before this stranger. The scene left her bewildered; their connection was shrouded in mystery. “I didn’t come here to chat. Let’s get this over with,” the man commanded, looking bored. Rising from his chair. He signaled for something with his hand, and a long knife was brought to him. The glint of steel chilling Amy to her