42 Negative Confessions Novels & Stories

his hoarse voice cracked. I did not speak again. I heard him sigh very loud and deep before pulling himself up. He struggled to stand up, as if he was very weak. My lips parted, but I stopped myself from talking. Slowly, he went behind me, and pushed my wheelchair towards the elevator. The cold and harsh wind kissed my face as soon as we got in the rooftop. He looked at me, so weak and lifeless. I lifted my chin. “Tell me everything.” I saw how he swallowed hard. Is he having a hard time confessing about his lies, or he's hesitating because he doesn't want to let me go? I will choose the latter, but I don't wanna get my hopes so high again.

I did anyway. Unknown number. No photo. No link. Just a sentence that made my skin go cold. You can’t seal a confession. My breath stopped. Then another message arrived—this one a file transfer notification from a platform I didn’t recognize, as if someone had dropped a package on the internet and addressed it to me. File available: “CONFESSION.mp4” The room blurred at the edges. I didn’t open it. I didn’t touch it. I held the phone out to counsel like it was venom.

All of the men have been on assignment for several weeks, so this is the first time they find out that we have an addition to our team. Corbin strolls over to us and embraces April tightly. “Holy shit, April; Micah just told us the news. Welcome to the Confradia.” April embraces him back. “Thanks, Cor.” Priest and the others also welcome her, albeit with less ceremony than Corbin. We don’t waste another moment going back to the conference room and debriefing them on the case. Once we’re done debriefing them, we answer questions. Priest settles back in his chair with a frown. “Does anybody else not feel like there might be a l**k between the Waltman’s and Willem Kazik’s fractured cells?”

She met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions—doubt, guilt, and a flicker of hope. With a heavy heart, Daniel confirmed Anderson's worst fears. "Yes, it's true," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Daniel's response was unexpected, his tone firm as he confirmed Cassie's revelation. The room fell into stunned silence as Daniel revealed his clandestine meetings with Sarah. Cassie and Natalie exchanged bewildered glances, struggling to process the sudden twist in the unfolding drama. Daniel's voice rang out with determination as he disclosed his covert mission to uncover Sarah's nefarious intentions. His words carried a weight of resolve as he admitted to working

I screamed into the air, my face slick with tears and sweat. He pounded harder, faster, the bed creaking under us. “Say it loud. Who’s my filthy fuck-hole forever?” “I’M YOUR FILTHY FUCK-HOLE FOREVER!” I yelled, my throat burning, my body shaking. And with every thrust, with every slam I was reminded over and over again of who I was now. Nothing more than his cum-rag. And this, this is my cum-stained confession. The END.

Shit shit shit! Hell! No freaking way, no no no, just pick your things and get the fuck outta here, Melanie, how can you make this terrible mistake, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, a video of my legs spread apart fucking… sucking… gods on their freaking bar as well!! Jezzz!!!!!! I just want to die right now. I tried to compose myself to text back, “I’m so sorry, Gabriel, hmm I was supposed to send it to Dan, please, I will delete the video and don’t tell Dan I accidentally sent it to you.”

" I glanced down at the confession. The terms were written out clearly. Not only did I have to admit to stealing classified documents, I also had to admit I did it to pay off personal debts. This wasn't giving me a way out. This was nailing the leak squarely on my back. The on-screen text scrolled wildly in front of my eyes. [This freeloading jerk is unbelievable! He rode Clara's work to the top, and now he's turning on her.] [There's no way they didn't prepare that confession letter in advance. They set this trap for her from the start.] [Go ahead and sign it, Clara. The moment you do, these people are all going to prison!]

The confessional waited at the side, wood dark and creaking, like it knew what he was about to do. Rum slipped inside. He heard the other side click open a moment later—quiet, hesitant. "Ru—" "I need to confess," Rum cut in, eyes fluttering shut, head leaning back against the wooden panel. “I needed to talk to someone. About my... urges.” A pause. “Go on.” Rum bit his lip. “I’ve been having thoughts. Bad ones. Wanting to do things. Needing things done to me.” Elijah didn’t speak. But Rum could hear his breathing. Measured. Controlled.

Melody has always been Daddy’s good girl. Since Nick entered her life when she was eight, he has been more than just her stepfather. He became the father she trusted, the person she depended on, and the one whose approval meant everything to her. After losing her mother five years ago, Melody and Nick became even closer. Their shared grief turned them into a family of two, and Melody slowly built her entire life around taking care of him. Now, at eighteen and freshly out of high school, Melody should be stepping into adulthood. Instead, she is still living by Nick’s rules. She cooks for him. She takes care of the house. She goes to church with him every Sunday. She worries about disappo

What if they had written everything against her? Her heartbeat picked up a notch as the seal was opened. Elder George took out the paper. Elder Tamara read it aloud: "We, hereby, confess that we are guilty of being accomplices to mage Aldred—" "This is not what we had written! This is a conspiracy!" sir Xander protested vehemently. Leon agreed, "Yes, we...didn't write something like this! You did it!" he pointed his quivering finger at Erica. She gave them a pointed look. Xavier growled loudly, almost getting up from his seat. Erica held him back.