The Afflicted Real Story Novels & Stories

His friends turned their backs on him, and he couldn’t find any work. McKendrick never recovered from the state they found him in. He died a few months later at his family home. Patterson had a mental breakdown, and then made a full confession of everything that happened to his doctor. The Doctor didn’t seem to have any scruples about telling others what he’d learned, and the story soon spread. More stories came to light about the Faith Before Man, creating a scandal that exposed and disgraced all its members.

I pushed down my resentment and tried to get along with Afton for Mia's sake. Later on, Afton came to me for an enlargement surgery for his private parts. But during the tests, I discovered he had contracted a sexually transmitted disease. Before I could figure out how to tell him, Mia brought Afton to me and viciously stomped on my hand, breaking it. "Just because I kept Afton company and forgot about the engagement, you deliberately used a dirty scalpel on him and gave him Syphilis?! How could you do something so despicable and vicious?! You don't deserve to be a doctor at all!"

my whole body became cold after listening to it I asked "who made you people to do all these things?" my men started cutting their fingers, out of fear they told the person's name, dhiren said "I never thought this" I replied "I suspected that person already" my psychiatrist said "we told all the truth, let us go" I told to my men "he told everything whatever we want, so let him say hello to our fishes and let him go" they nodded their head

We entered the room, our eyes meeting those of our parents, and in that moment, a myriad of emotions swirled within me. The conversation was both painful and cathartic. We confronted them with the evidence we had uncovered, laying bare the truth that had remained hidden for so long. There were tears, apologies, and a collective reckoning with the mistakes of the past. But amidst the pain, there was also a glimmer of understanding—a recognition that the affair was a product of their own complexities, their own yearnings for something more.

I could still feel his finger digging into me, pushing through my folds while he hungrily kissed me like he'd been starved for years and now, I was about to meet his wife, smile at her and act like nothing happened while I cooked for her. That was diabolical. In fact, it was very cruel of me to do such a thing to her. I knew that, but I needed the job. It was the only way I could change my life because I was sick of being an unknown seamstress living in a manageable studio apartment above her shop. I pressed the doorbell and waited. A few minutes later, the door was pulled open to reveal a man who seemed to be in his early forties, dressed in a crispy ironed suit, a small smile plastered on

“I love the fact that you are not self-centered, that's very cool and I am glad to hear that my friend is concerned, if it was someone else, they won't even care, I mean he did that to you when you were in school, he betrayed your trust, you loved him so much and he betrayed you by sharing your private picture to a new girlfriend of his, he have learnt is mistake now, and I hope you will change, and let me tell you something Mitchell, I wouldn't because I want to cheer you up always and not speak truth for you, No, do not ever share your private picture or video to anyone, or why would you even do that at first, never record that again, don't be fooled by love” “Thank you darling, I won't be

To our shock, they immediately denied everything. “We never said anything like that.” “Sir, our lives are already difficult enough. Can you please stop slandering us?” It was like my father had been struck by lightning. He could barely stand. Everyone could see that something was wrong. [These disabled people are lying! I study psychology. Their expressions are completely unnatural.] [I found information on one of them. Three years ago, he only had frostbite on his fingers. He accepted Mrs. Field’s help because he couldn’t afford treatment.

The pain in my heart was almost unbearable. I needed answers. I needed to know what was happening to me. "What is happening to me? Why can't I walk? Why can't I sit without any support? Why did I fall off the bed?" I asked, desperate for a true response from Alex. I knew he would tell me the truth, even if it wasn't what I wanted to hear. I just needed some clarity, some explanation for what was happening to me.

He had been asking me repeatedly the same question since Senator Rodriguez left us. Am I okay? Am I really? It just finally sank into my brain that Regor will be married to someone else anytime soon, how am I going to be okay? We did not leave the meeting room right away. Marlon told me we will stay until I composed myself, but I think it would take a long time before I could do that. Tears kept on streaming down my face and trying hard as I might, I could not make them stop. “I know what I got myself into when I had an affair with the President.” I tried to laugh, but it sounded off even to my ears.

When the brightness faded away and my vision cleared I found myself in a hospital bed. To top things, Nonna stared at me with bulging red eyes. She sat on a chair and next to her stood Padre Matteo (Father Matthew). Dressed in his casual all-back clerical robes with his rosary hanging out of his pocket, he muttered the Our Heavenly Father prayer in Latin. Or at least that's what I hoped he was doing and not exorcising me for my lustful thoughts. "Signorina, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding?" A tall, bronze-skinned man in blue scrubs asked while flashing his hand in front of me.