42 Negative Confessions Novels & Stories

Then his tone became serious. "I plead guilty to compromise." The room fell silent. "I accepted money I should have refused." "I made alliances I should never have made." "I protected men who deserved prison." Another pause. "I told myself it was temporary." His voice lowered. "It never is." Damian listened carefully. There was something striking about the confession. It didn't excuse anything. It simply acknowledged it. "Did you kill Samuel?" "No." The answer came instantly. Without hesitation. "Did you try to?" "No."

“Sorry, Father Pow . . . I mean Kit, I’ve never been on first name terms with a vicar before. I keep forgetting.” “I’ll wager you’ve not been on any kind of terms with a vicar before, eh, lad?” “No,” said Jim, and they both chuckled. “I didn’t realise I looked down, I’ve just been brooding a bit I guess.” “You’re being pursued by demons of your own making, lad, that’s what it is. You need to unburden yourself, you’ll feel a lot better for it.” “Wait, are you telling me confession is good for the soul? Isn’t that what the other lot say?”

“That’s why I left New York. I couldn’t stand the city anymore. The guilt followed me here.” Silence filled the room, thick, and suffocating. Finally, I spoke. “Do you have proof?” He looked up. “You think I’d live this long if I didn’t keep something?” He limped to a drawer and pulled out a sealed brown envelope. Inside were faded photographs, an old badge, and a cassette tape. “His confession,” he said quietly. “Barry’s. I recorded it that night. I thought I’d use it someday, but fear’s a funny thing. You tell yourself you’ll do the right thing tomorrow. After how many years, I still couldn't do anything.”

she said calmly, “it will be revealed, and you will remain exiled. But if you speak the truth, the moon will reveal that as well.” I stared out at the sea and looked into the waters to see my distorted reflection. For a moment I felt fear, not fear of the truth, but fear of being judged. That maybe everything I would say was not going to be honest. But then I inhaled deeply. “I acknowledge my past,” I began, my voice steady. “I was exiled under false judgment, punished for a crime I did not commit. I stand before the sea and the moon and confess that I had no hand in the attack of Damien Blackthorne. I did not harm him. I did not conspire against him. I did not wish him death.”

I took a deep breath and said, “I have something to confess to you.” “Confess?” Xavier seemed to be surprised by the word I used for my speech. He chuckled amusedly and fondled my hair, “there’s nothing you need to confess, Valerie. Just tell me. Like I said yesterday, I’d do anything for you. Even rebelling the Red Moon.” The sincerity and firmness behind those eyes granted me the courage to move further. “Thank you, Xavier.” I forced a smile to him and continued, “I said ‘confess’ because I had checked the photo fragments sticking on that blackboard in your room without your permission …”

The doors creaked open. "Guess that worked," Brady said. One by one, we confessed. Axel admitted his moment of relief when his wife died. Erina confessed to not being there when her sister needed her most. Bree spoke about enabling her father's abuse by staying silent, about staying with Eli even when she knew he was corrupt. The twins confessed together, admitting they'd sometimes sacrificed other deadies to save themselves in previous rounds. Brady confessed to abandoning his family when things got hard. Marcus confessed to stealing from his mother to buy drugs.

The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies. The confessors referred to themselves as "sisters" and lived together and of course, they had a leader. Isabelle's sister was their leader. King Caesar - back then, when he was still a prince - had been on a long trip with some guards. When it was nightfall, they found a place to camp, but unknown to them, it was close to the camp of the confessors. While they were asleep, the confessors attacked them and confessed him - Caesar - alongside some of his men. He was confessed by Tabitha - Isabelle's blood sister and the leader of the confessors at that time.

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

“Astrid. Only the three of us touched those flowers! If it wasn’t you, are you saying it was me? Fine. Since you insist you’re innocent, let’s check the footage!” Tony was about to pull up the surveillance on his phone when Jane suddenly trembled. Her face pale, she grabbed his hand and broke down crying. “Mrs. Baldino, I’m the other woman, so it’s only right that you hate me. But Tony really cares about you. Please don’t argue because of me… “As for the cameras, if you say you didn’t place them, then you didn’t. I misunderstood you. I’ll apologize and make it up to you, okay?”

"This was a moment of weakness. A terrible, horrific mistake. It will never happen again. Do you hear me? Never. I will have you banned from this parish." "Go ahead. Ban me," I whispered, my voice dripping with confidence. I wrapped my free hand around the back of his neck, pulling his head down so my lips were brushing against his ear. "But every time you look at these altar steps, you're going to see me on them. And the next time you're sitting alone in your confessional... you're going to be wishing it was me on the other side of the screen." He couldn't even argue anymore because he knew I was right.