Alesana Confessions Novels & Stories

Alena hardly called him by that name, so to hear her say it really meant something was wrong. She heard him sniffled a little as he opened his mouth to talk, his voice coming out cracked. " Ash.. Ashley.." He mumbled the name over and over again. Alena furrowed her brows in confusion. She hadn't remembered seeing Ashley at all. " What happened to her?" She asked, some what afraid to hear what he would say next. " She tried to kill the rogue" Raphael finally said as a gasp of horror escaped Alena's lips. ============= Natasha is horrified after finding out she really is pregnant.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Her face wore an expression of pain, guilt, remorse and even fear, so had she already accepted her defeat and her death as her fate? Nevan's smirk widened, seeing her vulnerable state. It looked good on her. “Proceed with the process of ….” “I want to confess something, King Callum,” Anisia spoke out, halting Callum in the middle. Everyone looked at her, especially the Lycan Prince, who was more than curious to know what she was going to say to his father. “Speak,” Callum said to her, giving her the last chance to explain herself and tell everyone the truth.

he whispered straight to her ears then kissed the side of her lips. Allana was weak against Augustine’s ambiguous attitude, such a straightforward attitude will surely make anyone speechless. “Goodnight Aus” she answered back then watched the man leave the room. Allana had never been conflicted in her life, she was always sure of what to do with her life, and lately, after Augustine confessed, things had gone pretty crazy, and she doesn't know if she will still be able to keep up with how fast things are right now. TBC Maple Writes

Ian stood up. “No one can win against you on a poker table.” Matt said in a trance. “And that’s how….” “You are right. No one can win against me on the poker table. So, I won her.” “Did you rape her?” It was Elle, whose tear was about to spill when she thought about Elena. “I….” “Just a fucking yes or no.” Elle was enraged now. “I did.” Aslan confessed, his voice not more than a whisper. A silence hung over the place and everyone was shocked.

“I should have just let you rot in the prison at that time!” Alina was really downhearted with her only son’s attitude. She ran to leave the room by taking the inner burden and a very deep feeling of guilty. Ansel felt the earth has just collapsed around him and he was buried under the rubble. All over his body was trembling. Alina’s words echoed in his ears, like a loud shout that bounded back on the cave walls. “I–I killed Qeiza’s parents? It’s not true! Mom must have lied. I’m not a killer.” Ansel’s mouth kept muttering out slurs, denying that horrible facts.

“Watch the way you speak about my husband.” She scowled. “Where is Oana?” Ilena asked. Alsa bursts out with laughter and cleaned a but of her tear. “Oh poor Ilena.....you were not informed?” Her brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” Asla smirked, finally she would see Ilena cry in her misery....she craved it. “The wench is dead.” Her heart sunk to the pits of her belly, she was frozen with shock. The loud ringing filled her ears. “W-what?..”

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

Was I wrong in thinking he wasn't the same Vic I knew and trusted? Just as Vic opened his mouth to say something, the doorbell rang. I bolted out of the kitchen to answer the door, thanking my good fortune. Because I was almost on the brink of a breakdown and I didnt want to make a fool of myself in front of Vic, that too on my birthday. Anya was standing at the door with an apologetic face. "Sorry yaar, I forgot my phone." I let her in and she hurried to lounge where she found the phone behind one of the cushions.