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Confession No 94: Sisters Secret
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Wet Confessions Confession No 94: Sisters Secret
The EvaluationThe convent smelled of candle wax, lavender soap, and rain drifting through the open arches. Sister Clara moved like a whisper through the corridor, the rosary brushing softly against her hip. Today was the day of her final evaluation the last step before she gave up her life to God completely.She felt ready.Or at least she thought she did.When she stepped into the office, she expected white hair and wrinkled hands measuring her soul like an old ledger. Instead, the man waiting by the window was young too young. His back was straight, his shoulders tense, and his eyes touched her before his words did.“Good morning, Sister Clara,” he said.His voice wasn’t heavy with authority. It was quiet, curious almost cautious.“Good morning, Doctor,” she answered, bowing her head.He didn’t offer a hand. Doctors usually did. He only gestured toward the chair, his fingers rigid near his side like he was afraid of his own movements.“My name is Daniel Hayes,” he said. “I’m here t
Wet Confessions Confession No 93: The Bishop’s Forbidden Hymn
The Voice That Should Not ExistThe cathedral was too large for her voice.That’s what everyone said.Eliora was sixteen when Bishop Adrien first heard her sing small in stature, shy in posture, a single drop of sound in a chamber meant for thunder. She blended into pews, into shadows, into her own silence.No one expected him to notice her.But on the night of the Saint’s Vigil, when she lifted her voice for the final hymn, something shifted in the air like a veil being drawn aside.Her tone was fragile soft as candle flame but it carried. Not loud. Not powerful. Just piercing, like truth whispered.It wasn’t talent.It was something else.Bishop Adrien froze where he stood behind the altar steps. His hands tightened around the cold silver of the censer, smoke lifting between his fingers. His heart usually steady as stone missed one beat. Then another.It was the way she sang.As though she wasn’t performing.As though she was praying from the marrow.The cathedral responded to her y
Wet Confessions Confession No 92:Thorns of the First Temptation
The Lesson That BurnedElias had grown up in a house where every word of Scripture carried weight, and every glance from his parents was measured. Curiosity was a sin. Desire unthinkable.Yet when she arrived, everything changed.Her name was Selene. Ten years older, with a presence that made the air vibrate. Her hair fell in dark waves, eyes that seemed to see everything beneath the surface, and a smile that promised mischief she couldn’t suppress. She was the new tutor assigned to help him with Latin and Biblical studies a necessity for his coming confirmation.From the first moment, Elias felt it. A strange heat in his chest whenever she bent over the books, pointing to a verse, her perfume trailing like a forbidden whisper.She noticed him staring.“You’re more attentive than most,” she said softly one afternoon, voice low, velvet and teasing. “But is it the Scriptures that interest you, or me?”Elias flushed violently. He opened his mouth, but no words came. Selene chuckled, a wa
Wet Confessions Confession No 91: LOVER OF THE SERAPHIM
The Watcher Who FellShe always felt ita presence that wasn’t entirely human.Not dangerous.Not frightening.Just watching her. Protecting her. Holding a breath she didn’t know she could steal.Mara had grown up with the strange sensation that someone stood behind her whenever she cried, or smiled, or whispered desperate prayers into her pillow. A warmth on her neck. A featherlight pressure on her skin. A calming hush in her ears when her world felt loud.She never saw anything.Never heard anything.But she felt him.And tonight, she felt him stronger than ever.The storm outside had swallowed the moon. Rain streaked the windows of her tiny apartment. She was curled on her bed, hugging her knees, drowning in the heaviness she hid from everyone else.“Why does nothing ever feel enough” she whispered into the dark.The air changed.Softly, just softly the room warmed. Like someone had lit a candle inside her chest.She froze.“Mara.”Her name floated through the room like it came on
Wet Confessions Chapter. 28: The Weekend I Shouldn’t Have Taken
i should never have told her about Frank. Not about the way he spoke to me, not about the pull he had over me, and definitely not about the things we shared in the dark hours between midnight and dawn. It had started innocently if anything between us could ever be called innocent. We met on a dating site meant for fleeting connections, yet somehow, our conversations felt anything but fleeting. Frank had a way of speaking that slid under my guard, a way of noticing the things no one else paid attention to. He made me feel seen dangerously. Soon, our chats stretched longer, deeper. We talked about everything work, fears, fantasies, the versions of ourselves we never showed the world. The tension between us grew like something alive, humming beneath every message, every call. Then came the video calls. The late nights. The moments where silence said more than any words we dared speak. There were times when his voice alone made my breath catch, when the space between us fel
Wet Confessions Confession No. 90: Eve's Garden
The Study of Sin (Eve’s POV) The first time I saw him, he was already speaking. No introduction, no greeting, just words, low and steady, cutting through the hum of restless students like a blade. “The story of the fall isn’t about punishment,” Dr. Holt said, chalk tapping the board. “It’s about awakening. The first sin was knowledge.” The lecture hall stilled. Rows of notebooks hung open, pens frozen. I’d expected another dull theology course filled with rote recitation and inherited reverence. Instead, he spoke like a man trying to reason with fire. He looked older than the photographs in the university catalogue grey threaded through his dark hair, glasses balanced low on the bridge of his nose. His posture was austere, but there was something deliberate in the way he moved, as though he knew he was being watched and didn’t trust himself to notice who was watching back. I shouldn’t have stared. But curiosity is its own prayer. He turned from the board, eyes scanning
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