42 Negative Confessions Novels & Stories

I say with a smile, and she links our fingers together in return. "I love you, Vanessa," Rosy whispers as we watch the girls in front of us disappear. "I love you too," I say with a hitch in my voice. When a man gestures for us to move forward, Rosy sinks into my side. I place a hard mask on my face. I don't want my terror on display for the filth we are about to see. What honorable man has to buy girls? Sick! ******

He nodded hesitantly. "Good, I'm listening," Stephan said, his tone unreadable. The man took a deep breath before speaking. "I know this sounds ridiculous, but I don't know who sent me." Stephan's expression remained skeptical. He chuckled, sending shivers down the man's spine. "It seems you're not ready to confess," Stephan said, his voice dripping with malice. "Give him another shot, Dave. Let him sleep forever." The man's eyes widened in terror. "No! Please don't! I'll confess, I swear!"

Victor answered, "the one you were trying to defuse." "Impossible!" Stephen shouted, "I pressed the remote! It couldn't have exploded! I see it now. You cheated!" Victor laughed. "There’s no need to do that with you. The fact is, you failed to defuse it. You didn't disable the bomb in time, so it exploded." "Failed?" Stephen’s eyes widened in shock. "But didn't I solve it?" Was the answer not forty-two? "The answer to the question was D, negative one-twelfth, corresponding to room 212."

I snapped at him, the bottled up anger and resentment was threatening to spill. He lowered his gaze and shook his head, "Alright, I won't. Please, calm down. We can talk once you get discharged, my love. I have to make my confession." He spoke. "Confession of what? You have done so many crimes, plotting and killing an unborn child, Martinez? What else is there to confess?" I mocked him. He winced at my sharpness but it served him right. "My parents told me the truth." He uttered after a brief pause.

Ruth repeatedly played the recording. Each time, Esmerelda's voice filled the air again. The hospital room was eerily silent, except for the recording playing on repeat. Minutes dragged by until, all of a sudden, Ruth hurled the phone against the wall. She then turned her cold eyes on Esmerelda. "Do you have anything left to say?" Esmerelda frantically shook her head. This time, her tears were real. "Mom, I was wrong. I was joking. I didn't think Clara would take it seriously… I really didn't mean it…"

Her confession today was different; not the usual petty transgressions of thought, but something deeper, more unsettling. "I… I have been having… impure thoughts, Father," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Thoughts that shame me. Thoughts of… flesh. Of touch. Of wanting…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet visible even in the dim light. Father Michael clenched his fists, the cheap fabric of his cassock rough against his skin.

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro