A Sinful Confession Novels & Stories

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

I wiped my tears. " I don't know if you will be sad or happy but I need to do this. I need to save those creatures. I don't know how I am going to do this but I try my best". My breath came out shallow. I was still crying when I started speaking again. "I know you wanted me to forgive him. I just couldn't. I broke in a way that could not be repaired. I got hurt by the person I trusted the most''. I burst out in another set of tears. I spent some time there before I left the cemetery.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

This is not good at all. Have mercy on me O Lord! Have mercy in me. I have sinned terribly against you. I have committed fornication, abortion (for brother Solomon), show me Mercy Lord! Forgive all my sins. I have betrayed you, Lord. Betrayed your confidence in me. Deliver me from these sins. I am a sinner, I come to you Lord, forgive me. These were the confessions of these ladies. Different reactions to the relevance of brother Solomon. We never knew how many had been deceived by him. It seems they were even more. Every one of us was crying. We wept so much until our eyes became sore.

--- Breaking Down, Then Hardening The first night in my cell, I let myself break. I wept. Not just for what I lost—but for the woman I used to be. The naive, foolish woman who thought love meant trust. The woman who believed in happy endings. The woman who believed in justice. That woman was dead now. And when the last tear fell, when my body was too exhausted to shake anymore, I buried her. In her place, something darker crawled to the surface. --- Meeting the Devil—Leon Valenci It was in prison that I met him.

Sometimes I would grind against my pillow, imagining his touch, imagining riding him, moaning his name, taking him deep inside me as I shivered and came. I knew it was wrong, horrible even, considering he was a priest, someone the town respected. But I couldn’t stop myself. Today, I had decided to come clean, to confess my sins to him, certain that as a priest, he would forgive me. Forgive me for my lewd thoughts, my sinful actions, and guide me back to the right path. So when the silence in the confessional booth stretched long enough, I parted my lips, my voice soft and nervous, and tried to spill everything.

I was only here because it was a family tradition—we always had to come confess our sins, and my fucking mother had roped me into this charade. The scent of waxy candles and faint incense clung to the confessional like stale regret. The wood beneath me creaked in protest, almost like it couldn’t handle the weight of my thoughts. "Father, I hate my best friend, and I want her to burn in hell. No, I feel like burning her myself..." "Hate is a serious sin, my daughter, but the Lord sees the heart, and He will forgive you your sins," the aged Father said in a shaky voice, as though his brittle soul couldn’t quite wrap itself around mine.

“You want me to tell you—” “Confess,” he butts in, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “I want you to tell me the truth. You wanted me to find you like this, didn’t you? That you like being my dirty, fucking secret, my dirty slut. Confess all your sins to your very own devil.” That word again, rubbing me in all the places I never knew I needed. Being degraded, pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on me, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want me just as terribly as I want him.

They jerk away from each other with bugging eyes, feeling embarrassed for being caught. Ella quickly eased her pants up, followed by her dinner gown, and the boys did the same. "Your husband asked for your presence." I made sure, looking at them with disgust before storming out. "Snow!!" I heard her screaming my name; I didn't bother to entertain her calling. Besides, who am I for her to explain this situation to? I'm also engaging in a sinful relationship, and the only thing I expect from her is to know where and when to do stuff like that.

Niova tried to tell her about the upcoming consequences without being harsh on her. At that moment, Aniya felt so guilty and remorseful that she lost the strength of even looking into her own eyes. What was she even thinking last night? And how sinful last night was, the light of this day had cleared for her. She was trying to have something which already belonged to someone else. How pathetic and filthy she had turned? How could she even think like this? But then why didn't it feel like a sin to her last night? Just why? Aniya broke down into tears and it glistened up Niova's eyes. She pulled Aniya into a tight hug and started caressing her back.