42 Negative Confessions Novels & Stories

Acquire Alba Extract Confessions from Giovanni Capetti, her lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. That part had gone smoothly, thanks to Marcella’s merciless sweetness and the vial that loosened his tongue like honey on heat. She had that tape now — reel-to-reel, stacked carefully in the basement vault behind locked doors. Every confession, every boast, every hidden crime he thought he’d buried in charm and power but Ellie hadn’t checked off everything, not yet. She circled the next one.

"That was never her problem." "I know that," I said. "And yet she paid for it." The room suddenly became stuffy. I had expected relief. People talked about confession as relief, as unburdening, as weight lifting. What I felt was neither of those things. What I felt was the exposure of someone who had been standing behind a wall for twenty years and had finally stepped out from behind it and discovered that the world on the other side was exactly as cold as they had always feared. "You said there was something even Jonathan doesn't know," she said. "You said it at the end of the last confession. Before you told us about the accident." She held my gaze. "What is it?"

He always looked at me with that tender, loving way, but now, he didn't. Seconds stretched on, the weight of my confession settling over the room like thick smoke. Then, finally, Nial spoke. “Did you like it?” I blinked, startled. That was the last thing I thought he'd say to me. “No. It wasn’t—it wasn’t about that. It was a mistake.” He nodded, but his face was still tense. “Does he know that?” I hesitated. “Yes.” Nadei let out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face. “That bastard…” His voice was low, filled with something dangerous.

I shut my eyes full with regret as he confirmed in his confession everything Carl has said and how they had framed Thea to make me think she betrayed me. I messed up big time. I messed up everything. I was the fucking problem! While I was hating myself within, the next line of confession shocked me to my bones. That single name mentioned.... Natalia. I listened through the entire confession and ropped the tape standing to my feet still in shock. Everything came back to me now. It all made perfect sense. Natalia .... "How was I so blind?" I muttered. "How the fuck did I let that bitch deceive me all these while?" I said building with anger and in a matter of seconds I erupted smashing things

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

“Speak priest before I change my mind.” “Come closer Damnation” Isaac leaned into Daniel to whisper the truth in his ear. Daniel dropped the blade and looked out of the chamber. The clock on the wall showed the time. It was 333. Time had caught up and the truth was released. Daniel sat down in the corner. He was angry. He sobbed uncontrollably. “My life is a lie.” Daniel knew everything and he was not sure what to do with his knowledge.

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

had always been herself. Tabitha had known about Summer from the very start. In the past two weeks, all of Tabitha's strange behavior, every little sign he had ignored, now hit him like a storm. She had been planning her departure all along, and he hadn't noticed a thing. A sharp, bone-deep pain spread from his chest through his entire body. At 22, Kieran had only had eyes for Tabitha. He had promised himself he would never betray her. Yet, at 29, he had done exactly that.

I hadn't expected that either — the crying of a man who wasn't performing grief, who had no audience worth performing for, who was simply sitting with what he had done in a room full of people who already knew the shape of it. "He told me it was necessary," Marchesi said. His voice was the voice of someone who had rehearsed this confession in private so many times that saying it aloud felt less like revelation and more like collapse. "He told me she had found out things she couldn't unknow. That it was already decided. That all he needed from me was the paperwork." The room was absolutely still. "I told myself—" He stopped. Pressed his hands harder against his thighs. "I told myself it was j

"The things you said to me last night... they tormented me all night. I was the one who destroyed us. I don't know how to love..." "Today, I just wanted to tell you that I know I was wrong. But the moment I saw the hunter pull the trigger, I only had one thought: I would rather die than let you get hurt again." I stood there, stunned. If this had been two hundred years ago, this belated confession would have been enough for me to offer up my soul. But now, I was no longer the appendage waiting endlessly for him to deign to look at me. My heart had been weathered by a long winter of disappointment.