All Chapters of Wet Confessions: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Confession No. 85: Blood and Silk.

The Guardian in Shadows The palace slept beneath velvet skies, every tower washed silver by the pale moonlight. Yet her chambers never felt empty, not while he lingered in the corner shadows. The vampire knight her sworn protector stood silent, watchful, carved from night itself. Princess Serenya should have been used to it. He had been assigned to her since her betrothal was announced a living sentinel with eyes too sharp, too hungry, too aware. His armor gleamed faintly, but it was not steel that made her pulse quicken. It was the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching. That gaze lingered. Always. She felt it now, brushing against her bare shoulders as she sat before her vanity. The silks of her nightgown whispered against her skin, far too thin under the weight of his stare. The crown’s heir was meant to be untouchable, sacred, a vessel of duty yet in the stillness of midnight, she swore his eyes stripped her of every title until she was only woman. “Do y

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

Chapter 27: The Gilded Cage

The cage was not iron, but gold. Velvet curtains draped the windows, silks spilled across the bed, and jeweled lamps cast their glow on walls painted with scenes of gods and wars. To anyone else, the chamber would have looked like a palace. To her, it was a prison. They had stripped her of freedom and cloaked her in luxury, every necklace another shackle, every jewel another chain. The door opened with the sound of steel sliding against steel. He entered the man who never removed his gloves, who carried command in every step. His presence filled the chamber like smoke, suffocating yet impossible not to breathe in. “You will eat,” he said, his voice a low command rather than an offer. He set a silver tray upon the table, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine filling the air. “I am not your pet,” she answered, her chin lifting, though her wrists trembled where silk ropes had once bitten into her skin. His gaze lingered, unreadable, before he spoke again. “No. You are leve

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

Confession No. 86:The Mafia’s Debt

The debt was written in numbers, but it was collected in flesh. Sofia’s father had whispered warnings all her life about men like him. Men who wore suits sharper than knives, whose shadows stretched longer than the law itself. Yet here she was, standing in the lion’s den, the scent of cigar smoke and leather thick in the air, as the mafia boss leaned back in his chair and looked her over like she was already his. “Your father is a careless man,” he said, his voice low and velvet dark. “But his greatest mistake wasn’t gambling away money. It was offering me the one thing I can’t buy.” Sofia swallowed hard, her pulse hammering. “And what’s that?” His eyes burned into hers, cold and hot at the same time. “You.” The words sank into her bones, a chain she couldn’t shake off. She hated the shiver that ran through her, hated that a part of her wondered how it would feel to be touched by hands that could both destroy and protect. This was no deal. This was a sentence. And yet, as

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

Confession No. 87: My Mother’s Boss

The First Encounter The elevator doors glided open with a soft chime, and Elena Moore stepped into the marble bright lobby of Royce Enterprises. Her heart thudded faster than her heels clicking on the floor. Everything about the place felt cold, expensive, and impossibly precise like the man who owned it. Her mother had described him countless times: Mr. Kellan Royce doesn’t tolerate mistakes. He’s brilliant, but intimidating. Always on time. Always watching. And now, Elena was standing in his world, wearing one of her mother’s tailored blazers that didn’t quite fit, clutching a folder that trembled faintly in her hands. She was only meant to fill in for a week. Just type a few memos, file some contracts, deliver coffee nothing complicated. Still, she felt the weight of eyes following her as she passed the glass offices. The employees were quiet, their conversations clipped. The whole building seemed to breathe under his authority. When she reached his floor, she hesitated ou

Last Updated : 2025-10-08

Confession No. 88: The Anonymous Call

The Voice at Midnight The clock on her nightstand blinked 11:47 PM in quiet defiance. Rain tapped against the windowpanesoft, rhythmic, relentless filling the silence that had settled too heavily over her apartment. Lila lay in bed, one hand curled against her chest, the other hovering over her phone. The hotline number glowed faintly in her recent calls list. She shouldn’t. She’d promised herself last time was the last time. But promises made in the daylight don’t hold up at night. Her apartment felt too still like even the walls were listening. The air carried the faint hum of the city, the whisper of thunder somewhere far away, and the quick, uneven tempo of her own breath. She pressed call before her courage could disappear. A soft click. Then a voice low, calm, steady as a heartbeat. “Confession Line. You’re safe here.” Her breath hitched. “I, I know,” she said softly. “It’s me again.” A pause. Then a sound something between a sigh and a smile. “I remembe

Last Updated : 2025-10-11

Confession No. 89:Bite Me Once

Part I — The Offering Aria’s POV The mountains looked alive when the carriage began its climb veins of black rock glowing faintly red beneath the snow, as if the world itself were bleeding from an old wound. Aria Dane pressed her gloved hand against the windowpane, watching her reflection blur in the mist. The road to the citadel twisted like a scar through the forest; even the trees seemed to lean away from it. Every heartbeat sounded louder the closer they came. They called this place Valenor Keep. The heart of the vampire kingdom. The end of her freedom. When the carriage stopped, she felt it in her bones that stillness that comes before surrender. A soldier opened the door and offered his arm, but she stepped down alone. The air bit through her cloak; it smelled of frost, iron, and something faintly sweet like dying roses. Above her, the citadel rose from the cliffside spires and arches carved from obsidian stone. No light burned in its windows. The place seemed to brea

Last Updated : 2025-10-22

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

Last Updated : 2025-11-11

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

Last Updated : 2025-11-19

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

Last Updated : 2025-12-01

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

Last Updated : 2025-12-01

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