Semua Bab Wet Confessions: Bab 111 - Bab 118

The Guardian in ShadowsThe 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 you ne

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 his gaze dra

The Voice at MidnightThe 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 remember your voice.”Her pulse

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 the room. When