Confessions Of An English Opium-eater Novels & Stories

I immediately shot up, numbing myself as I gritted my teeth and carried crate after crate of beer. I was exhausted, but I dared not stop. That was because the moment I stopped, the live stream comments would come rushing back, mocking the three years I'd sacrificed under the guise of love. … It was already midnight by the time I finally clocked out. With my injured leg, I took the long way to the five-star hotel. Lately, Steven had been obsessed with their foreign cuisine. Even after his family went bankrupt, and when one meal meant my entire day's salary was gone, he still insisted on having their late-night snack.

"What did you just say?" Finnick had disbelief written all over his face. But the moment his eyes dropped to the documents scattered across the floor, his eyes widened, and the color drained from his face. Every page was irrefutable proof of his affair, but he still tried to cling to a last excuse, his voice trembling as he said, "Honey, just listen to me. This is all a misunderstanding. She came onto me, and I had a moment of weakness—" "A moment of weakness?"

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

Elena’s Point Of View The sight of Nicholas sitting in his office, head bowed under the weight of his collapsing empire, was a sight I hadn’t prepared myself for. He looked… defeated. The Nicholas I had known was untouchable, a force of nature that commanded respect and fear. But now, he seemed fragile, human.

My chest tight with guilt, my body still aching for more. By day, I folded laundry and poured juice boxes, smiling like nothing had changed. By night, I was someone else someone who craved his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing me into the mattress. It became a rhythm. A secret pulse between us. And with every stolen night, the shame burned hotter but so did the hunger. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. And the worst part? I think he knew that too. The Last Confession I should hate myself for what I’ve done.

When he sat at the head of the table, dressed in a fitted black shirt and pants, he looked like Hades himself, sucking the oxygen from the room. I dared a single glance at him, and he caught me. The corner of his lips curled slightly as he ate. I looked away swiftly. The moment dinner ended, I excused myself at the first opportunity. I wandered to the back garden of the beach house, finally able to breathe, though my thoughts were still tangled. Leaning against the wall, I lit a cigarette, placing it between my lips just as I heard footsteps—two sets, stopping a few feet away, where they couldn’t see me. I already suspected the purpose of this so-called trip with my father’s mafia friend, bu

April's POV I took a deep breath and let the words spill out, like a dam breaking. "I'm an addict," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm addicted to prescription pills, opioids, and other substances." The room fell silent, except for Augustine's sudden burst of laughter.

To prove the food isn’t drugged, or poisoned, he takes an apple slice and tosses it in his mouth with a mischievous grin. Then he does something very unexpected and sits beside me on the bed. Close enough for our shoulders to brush against each other. Peering at me with anticipation and another apple slice in his hand, he held it an inch from my mouth in invitation. “Eat, please. The laudanum can cause gastrointestinal distress. Particularly on an empty stomach.” Clamping my lips together, I glare at him. “I can feed myself, thank you very much.” “Och lass, never said you couldn’t. But the more you rest, the quicker you’ll gain your strength back. Now, eat for me like a good wee lass.”

I stood up and returned the book I was reading before going over to her. "I have a feeling already" I cheekily replied with a gloaty smile. Who ever he was, I was really anxious to meet him. "So tell me child. What book were you reading?"Maya asked as we walked through the hallways. I laughed. "One of Williams Shakespeare's books. King Lear is the tittle" "You know I wish i could read English books. I can only speak but I don't know how to read" Maya confessed. I was so thrown aback by her statement.