Alesana Confessions Novels & Stories

All the confessors were killed. The confessors - they were females with special powers of compulsion. They had the ability to turn a man into their slaves and do every single thing they desire. And it'd go on for as long as the confessor was alive. King Caesar was a victim of this. He was a slave to one of the confessors and worshipped her. All he could think of, day and night, was pleasing his mistress. The confessor was not all that nice, as she made him kill his parents.

Not the rumors I’d been dismissing, the whispers about Ashen’s mysterious hand, the impossible suspicion I buried because I refused to let myself believe it. Her. Kaia. “If course it's you. What? Tired of playing in the shadows?” I smirk disdainfully at her. “I have to say… I am disappointed, Elena. I expected you to have cracked me open a while back.” “What are you talking about?” “Oh come on. We both know you know who I am. Who I really am. Alina.” My body seizes, my grip on the table shaking. My fingernails scrape down the wood until they ache. My stomach flips, my knees tremble. I can’t move, can’t blink.

Alice was furious—her alibi didn’t work. Once inside his room, Alexis noticed his phone ringing. It was an unknown number, but he answered right away, thinking it might be one of the kidnappers. “Hello? Who is this? What do you want?” Alexis asked. “S-Sir, this is Yaya Sol. I want to confess everything I know. I’m sorry it took me this long,” Yaya Sol whispered from the other end. “Yaya Sol? I thought you were in the province? And what do you mean by confessing? You’re whispering—I can’t understand you,” Alexis replied.

“Better confess everything, Baby, because I’ll surely punish you today if I find out you misbehave.” Instead of fear, his husky voice made me crazy. I was throbbing below, and if my core could speak, it was probably screaming, stopping me with my nonsense confession, but Aiden had to know. “T-Two…” I moaned, closing my eyes when his tongue touched my earlobe. “Two?” He asked, blowing lightly on my ear. “Aaahh…” I gripped his shoulders tightly. “Two what?” He chuckled, then continued to nibble on my neck.

The questions kept going. Alessa meanwhile started backing up into The Milton. The barrage of questions, the flashing lights, and the demanding tone reminded her too much of her recurring nightmares. She was sweating. Hyperventilating. She wanted out. If they didn’t stop right away, she was sure she was going to have a panic attack. Unfortunately, the doors were not opening so Alessa got cornered into the door, while the cameras kept coming closer. “Tell us Alessa, what is your real story!” Someone demanded. This was followed with several of the men chanting, “Tell us! Tell us!”

Asher rushed to her and held her from the waist. She whispered. “Get me out of here!!” Rylan laughed and said. “That serves you right..But I have another better news for you.” Red jabbed a finger at him, her eyes blazing. “What do you want now?” Rylan didn’t flinch. His voice was sharp and merciless. “Anne has confessed. She admitted you pushed Dr. Arnold off the mountain and killed him.” Red’s face twisted in disbelief. “What? Never!” she screamed. “She would never betray me while her sister is still in my hands!”

She collided with one of the maid at the hallway. “Oh my God; I’m so sorry.” She apologized sincerely as she helped the maid to her feet. “Its fine malady, I think I’ll be fine,” Mercy replied as she thrust and straighten her wrinkled apron. “Malady is ya okay?” Roslyn blushed with embarrassment, “y-yes I’m okay.” She turned around and flees to her room, leaving the maid more confused. Mercy shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly, and continues her journey, ignoring the slight pain on her ankle.

Annabelle explained. "It was Ashley's fault. He was about to give it back, but she dragged it from him and it tore. How's that Alex fault?" Monica supported Alex. "That's a lie" another person said. "That's enough! Let's get started" *** As they walked through the hallway, Ashley stopped at the entrance of the music studio. She could feel it, there was something strange about it. She could hear whispers, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Curiously, she placed her hand on the doorknob. Her hand trembled slightly. Deep down, she was afraid, afraid of what she might find behind the door.

“Write exactly this back— ‘You’ll never know love. You’ll never be a god. And you will never win.’ Ansel nodded, eyes lowered. Cael and Lucien moved toward the gates, already in motion. They didn’t need orders. They were going to follow the raven. To see where it returned to. To find my children. Ansel watched them go. Then looked back at me. And for the first time, she looked small. Afraid. “What happens to me now?” she asked quietly. I didn’t answer right away. She had betrayed us. Lied to us. Aligned herself with Selene out of fear, or loyalty, or desperation—I still didn’t know which. But I did know one thing.

She didn’t even pretend to be polite. She slammed something on my desk. A phone screen. My breath caught. On it was a picture. Me. Stepping out of Lucien’s car. My face pale, my bag clutched tight. His car shining behind me. I felt the blood drain from my body. Vanessa leaned closer, her perfume choking me. Her eyes burned like knives. “So,” she whispered, her voice dripping with poison, “this is what you’ve been doing, Alina?” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. My world spun.