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The Last Confessor Acknowledgment
This is note of appreciation to my lovely readers, The Goodnovel, and to everyone who worked with me in ensuring that I deliver an excellent Story.I want to to sincerely appreciate all the readers that took their time to follow our story right from the first episode to the last one.Sincerely you have always been a sense of motivation to me, when I run out of Inspiration and i think about you my reader, I receive an illumination of ideas. I want to say thank you.Actually, writing "The Last Confessor" wasn't an easy one, combining writing with school activities has really been tedious, but because of the passion I have for writing, quitting never came as an option, the vision i had for writing " The Last Confessor" kept me on track.My inspiration for writing "The Last Confessor" came from my background as a son of a king seeing my father operating his kingdom, the ups and downs experienced
The Last Confessor Prologue
The throne room was quiet as he walked in, all the subjects bowing their heads in both fear and respect.Not even a single sound was heard, only the sounds of his boots, as they marched against the concrete floor.The aura could be felt - that deadly aura. And that was, perhaps, one of things that brought him so much respect and fear from people.His hands were crossed behind his back as he walked in and sat on his high throne. But the subjects dare not lift their heads, not until he permits them to."Long live the King" they chorused as soon as they noticed him sitting.There was a long silence, as he rested his chin and touched his lower lip with his thumb.There was not a single person in the hall, that he was older than. He was just 28, yet gained so much respect."You may rise" he finally gave the command and they lifted their heads, in relief.He didn't stare at any
The Last Confessor Chapter 1
She ran through the woods, panting heavily, her back already aching.they were almost closing up on her, and she knew she needed a way to distract them, to get rid of them.Her breath was already faltering, and running pass a hole, she came out to another part of the forest where she slided to a big tree and hid behind it.Her white garment was already stained and she tried to pack them up so no traces would be found when the guards come running by.Her plan was to hide behind the tree and pray the guards run pass her, without seeing her. Because she couldn't afford being found.She breathed heavily as she leaned against the tree, and soon, their sounds of their boots were heard. She shut her eyes and prayed fervently they continue running without seeing her, but to her outmost disappointment, she heard them stop.Oh! Damn it.She opened her eyes, still panting and wondering why they sto
The Last Confessor Chapter 2
The throne room was quiet as he walked in, all the subjects bowing their heads in both fear and respect.Not even a single sound was heard, only the sounds of his boots, as they marched against the concrete floor.The aura could be felt - that deadly aura. And that was, perhaps, one of things that brought him so much respect and fear from people.His hands were crossed behind his back as he walked in and sat on his high throne. But the subjects dare not lift their heads, not until he permits them to."Long live the King" they chorused as soon as they noticed him sitting.There was a long silence, as he rested his chin and touched his lower lip with his thumb.There was not a single person in the hall, that he was older than. He was just 28, yet gained so much respect."You may rise" he finally gave the command and they lifted their heads, in relief.He didn't stare at any of them,
The Last Confessor Chapter 3
Isabelle walked for a long time before arriving at the small village.She had to go through the busy market first and as she walked along, the cap of her garment was over her head.She kept her head down the whole time, trying as much as possible to avoid the gazes of others because she knew she'd be in trouble, if her face gets seen by anyone.She was the most wanted person in the Kingdom at that moment.She was able to pass the market successfully and after a longer walk, she finally got to the small door and knocked on it.There was no reply.She looked around and knocked again.Damn it! Just open the door! She grumbled in her heart and almost immediately, she heard the door opening.It opened creakily until the face of the 'opener' was finally revealed.She gasped as soon as she saw the confessor."Isabelle???" She wanted so bad to scream the name, but ended
The Last Confessor Chapter 4
King Caesar stood quietly in the room, his thumb touching his lower lip, as he pleasantly watched the maid being screwed by the guards.The first one was done, the second one was on her, and the guard was on standby, waiting for the second."Please....please. I'm sorry" the maid cried as she laid on the floor, unable to move from the guard who was mercilessly screwing her hole.Caesar didn't even flinch as he leaned against the table and watched in satisfaction. That was what she gets from being disobedient.The second guard finished from her and stood up and the third guard started unhooking his belt."Please, my King. I'm sorry, please" the lady quickly went turned to Caesar, tears streaming down her cheeks."I'm sorry, please. Have mercy on me".She knew Caesar was never the type that listened to pleas, but having no other option, she just decided to try.His eyes were as cold as ever, her ple
The Last Confessor Chapter 5
After Emily left to get the herbs, Isabelle left the room where was and returned to the first, where Emily son had been laying.She stood and stared pathetically at the boy, placing her hand on his head.She knew he meant a lot to Emily and prayed he gets better soon.She left him and sat on the old wooden chair in the room, taking a deep breath as she rested her back. Finally...She touched her leg and confirmed it felt better. Better than before.As she leaned her head backwards, she closed her eyes and almost drowse.The sleep was tempting, but she tried not to. And suddenly, she thought of her sister.She recalled all they had been through together and concluded life had not been really fair on them.Tabitha and Isabelle grew up with just their father, who treated them like slaves. Their mother - who was also a confessor - died during Isabelle's delivery and Isabelle figured that wa
The Last Confessor Chapter 6
King Caesar sat in a comfy manner on his throne, his thumb rubbing his lower lip, while the confessor was brought in by his guards.His subjects were in the hall as well, standing accordingly on each side and watched as the confessor was brought in, her hands tied behind her.Caesar's cold eyes didn't leave her face for a second, Isabelle also fixed her eyes on him and finally, she was placed on her knees in front and him.She was scared to the teeth, but tried as much as possible not to show it.She looked up at the King for a while, and when the silence stretched, she lowered her gaze to the floor."Hmm" He finally let out a sigh and moved his thumb from his lip."Tell me this is a dream. Isabelle Zorander - the last confessor on earth - kneeling in front of me".His voice was so calm and gentle as he spoke, but Isabelle knew there were so many hidden intentions behind it.His face cr
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