Alesana Confessions Novels & Stories

Kaelen never looked back. I stood in the doorway, watching them walk to the elevator. In the garage, Kaelen opened the passenger door for Seraphina. As she got in, she deliberately rolled down the window. She took out that damned memory crystal. "Want to see it again?" she yelled at me. The crystal activated, and the humiliating images were projected onto the car window again—me, thirteen years ago, bound in silver chains, covered in blood, sobbing in despair... And this time, Kaelen sat in the driver's seat and watched it all without stopping her.

, He explained, even though a lot of people had an idea about that. “Now, coming back to the point. “Aleena stands accused of conspiring with her friend, Julia, to kill the former Alpha of the pack by the late Luna Penelope, and not just that she has been accused of murdering former Luna of the pack by stabbing her right into her heart.” Small beads of sweat formed on my forehead at the prospect of pointing out the topic of my parent’s murder. "Not only that, but we have also found a bunch of her crimes that she had committed until now through the former Luna's diary. It has been found that Aleena used to torture a lot of she wolfs because of her obsession with Alpha Daniel Sam Grint.”

Alaina POV After Ash’s confession with MORE information, I got up and stomped off to the spare room and slammed the door, so hard the pictures on the wall shook. Angry, pissed, fuming, livid, perturbed 'I’m so glad you found a thesaurus Al.' I can FEEL the eye roll. 'Well, what do you expect? When is this man going to learn? Once again, he’s hidden something from me! Once again, he KNOWS he screwed up and yet he still did it.'

Seth That was probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen. The confidence and authority in her was amazing. And of course the idiot I am I don't see it until it's to late. Commitment has never been my thing with girls and I was too busy focusing on keeping things casual that I never realized. Rolling around Bella's words in my head I can't come up with a single excuse for my behavior. I have known her my whole life and I know she doesn't sleep around. She is the most genuine person I know. I am such a fool; please be a way to fix this.

263 Allesio’s POV I felt like I was losing my grip on reality. Every time I saw Rosa, it was like the walls were closing in. Her confession still hung over me like a storm cloud, and no matter how much I tried to shake it, the weight wouldn’t lift. The guilt wasn’t just about keeping secrets from Alaric—it was the deeper betrayal I couldn’t even admit to myself. The tangled mess of Dominic’s death, the Cruz family, and Rosa’s insistence on her and her family’s innocence had my head spinning.

I asked again, my voice perfectly smooth. That calm tone only made her angrier. Alesia stepped closer to my desk, leaning over it like a wild animal ready to attack. "Don't play dumb with me, Viviana," she spat, her voice shaking with rage. "I know exactly who you are and what you are trying to do. You think you are so smart, coming into town with your money and your fancy dresses. But I know women like you. You are just a slut using a fake business deal as a cover-up to steal my man!" I didn't blink or move. I just watched her unravel.

Afterwards, we sat on the floor against the altar steps, her head on my shoulder. “I found something today,” she whispered. “In a forgotten ledger while copying texts. A note in Perpetua’s handwriting. It mentioned ‘the archive of true confessions’ and a name — Hale." The bishop’s surname. Before I could respond, a new sound cut through the rain. I heard multiple footsteps in the corridor outside. We scrambled up, adjusting our clothing. I blew out the candle. We hid behind a collapsed pew as the chapel door opened. Flashlight beams swept the room. Sister Agnes’s voice drifted through the dark. “Search

Was Alana really repentant or she was just playing one of her usual mind games. As the days turned into weeks, Alana delved deeper into her journey of self-discovery. She sat in the therapist's office, her eyes red and puffy from countless tearful conversations. The room was warm and inviting, filled with soft lighting and comfortable furniture that provided a safe space for her to confront her demons. "I never realized how much pain I've caused," Alana whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of regret and relief. "I was so consumed by my own malevolence that I couldn't see the destruction I left in my wake."

They were both shocked. Suddenly, Skylar's gaze turned sharp, as if he were a notorious criminal who had just been caught red-handed. "When did you wake up?" he asked. His voice was very cold and intimidating. Aslan's eyes darted around nervously. He was doomed. "Uh... just now. I was just—" Aslan stammered. He was also confused about what excuse to use. This situation is a bit strange. Aslan panics as if he has been caught committing a crime. In fact, he just accidentally overheard Skylar masturbating while imagining him.

I bring my hand to her face, I want to cherish her, make her feel confident and expose her problems and feelings. — What happened? The problem is with Edu? — Yeah... But, I can't tell you... Because I would be breaking his trust, even though Edu is hiding something from me... — Is he dating a football player? — I think so, but I'm not really sure, and... — Is it Raphael? I ask her, but I already know her answer. — Raul, I... — Alana, I know it's Rafael! — How do you know that? — It's a long story, and I know why Rafael himself confessed to me by mistake!