100th Confession Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

A single chair. And him. A tall, young priest with curling black hair, rolled up sleeves, and dark, thundercloud eyes that locked onto me the moment I entered. “You knelt for God,” he murmured. “Now kneel for me.” I sank to the floor. “Open your coat.” I unbelted it with trembling hands. Underneath, I had worn nothing but lace. Black. Transparent. “Did you wear this for confession?” “No,” I whispered. He tilted his head.

He kneeled on the ground, clutching her white coat like a beggar. “I’m begging you to give me an address. Just tell me where they’re buried.” The head nurse turned her face away coldly. “I don’t know. This is Dr. Holdsworth’s private matter. Please leave and don’t disturb the other patients.” Two security guards lifted him by the arms and dragged him out. “Please tell me where my wife is buried. Please…” He cried uncontrollably, kneeling outside the hospital as he begged. No one answered him or took pity on him, though.

My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.

“Then you’re playing your role perfectly.” “What role?!” He turns his screen toward me. There it is — in big, bold letters. Episode Fourteen — “The Confession Arc.” I stare at it. Then him. “No,” I whisper. “No no no no—” He smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Tomorrow, 9 a.m. sharp. Wear something dramatic.” “Why dramatic?!” “Because, Miss Park…” he says, voice low, teasing, fatal “…every great K-drama needs a confession in the rain.”

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

Murong Cheng confessed. Gu Liang on stage: "......"

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.