Confessions Of An English Opium-eater Novels & Stories

“ What did you do that for? “ I asked Val weakly after remembering how I got sedated by her and tried to get angry at her but I couldn't. “ You weren't in your right senses. You were talking gibberish so I had to sedate you, “ She answered and shrugged like it was no big deal. Did she just say the Almighty Ricardo D’Arrezo who is feared and respected was talking gibberish? I thought to myself. Normally, I should have gotten angry at her but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I began to panic. What if this coma changed me? I thought to myself. I couldn't afford to change because being the mafia king required me to be ruthless. “ Please examine me. I think I may truly have a concussion bec

My vagina walls closed just with the mere thought of being pressed against anything… being invaded and pounded like Africans would pound boiled yam to make it pounded yam. I needed that to quench the molten magma at least for some time… I needed sex to get my mind off my addiction… Yes, Scarlett Cobbs, the famous model, and heiress had been a sex addict for a very long time. I could boldly say I had been addicted to sex all my life.

He was a punk who often hung out on the streets. He made a living by scamming others, and he made those pills by accident. The pills were made using poor-quality herbs, such as the grass growing by the roadside. How could he produce anything good with such materials? They could not be called pills at all, more like poison! “Please let me go! I’ll do anything if you can just forgive me!” Dickens wished he could do something to atone for his sins.

“You too Cupcake. Don’t let that leprechaun eat it.” “Seriously Al, I’ll never understand yer obsession with Christmas puddin’,” Lyall says. “It’s gotta be de most disgustin’ thing you British eejits have ever tried to pass off as food. Ye couldn’t pay me to eat de stuff.” “That’s because it’s an acquired taste,” Alastaire says. “I have a very refined palate. Anyway, you don’t like caviar or escargot either.” “That’s because eatin’ fish eggs and snails is disgustin’,” Lyall replies.

Do you want me to continue to be nobody in the eyes of your family? Do you think I will continue to be poor and nobody till death? Do you think I should be scorned in public all the time as a useless live-in son-in-law? My Beautiful Mayfair, my dear listen to me well as I take this opportunity to explain that I don’t do anything silly to acquire wealth. I don’t sacrifice human blood for spiritual powers and I don’t take drugs for stimulation or to enhance my physical power. I hope you would bear me witness that I don't smoke gang jar and I don't take in alcoholic beverages.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

“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.

I might raise my voice on him again, and I don't have the energy to fight with him. Jacob left me in the kitchen. I pulled myself up after I heard the car leaving. I went to the kitchen and went straight to the walk-in pantry. I pouted as I find nothing to eat—nothing caught my attention. I only want peanuts. I went back to the dining, but my head started spinning. I cupped my forehead and squeezed my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, my dizziness worsened followed by nausea until everything went black. ***

He sat down on the chair but then he suddenly paused when he smelled something odd. “Old man, did you have smoked oysters for lunch? “ Despite his tall and slender , yet average build body frame, Edwin was known as a major glutton known for his bottomless stomach . His keen sense of smell allowed him to detect the smell of one of his favorite ways of making oysters. He was very acquainted with all the ways to eat oysters which he loved to eat but he dared not eat it in front of his older cousin who might actually kill him because of that.