Alesana Confessions Novels & Stories

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

“Aliyana…stop!” But I wasn’t listening. Not anymore. I reached for the lock on her cage, my fingers curling around the cold iron. It hissed under my touch, smoke rising as it melted. When it dropped to the floor with a clang, Alessia flinched. I looked at her, my voice calm but dangerous. “You’re going to tell me everything. Every secret our father buried. Every truth Nolan doesn’t know. And you’re going to start now.” Her lips parted, a tremor of fear—or guilt—crossing her face, which made me wonder where all that anger came from the first time, all that hate..

Some of the men appeared to be moved by it, but the majority merely looked on with contempt. She was questioned by the fellow with the camera, "Why should we believe you?" Annalia frowned when she recalled the paparazzo from the hotel who had taken her. A large camera was also in his hands. Is he the same person? "I am Annalia Davis. You should believe me. You don't know who accompanied my men outside this warehouse. And I give them the signal, you'll be in big trouble." Anna responded mockingly, emphasizing the last four words, giving the guys a clue of context.

he asked in a clear voice. “Ceo Alexander Trent Clinton, ” I turn to Alina but she still refused to look at me. “A friend of Alina,” I added biting my lip. “He's all full of lies I tell you,” Gomes gave a sly grin. Oh just good that the little fucker noticed the tension between us. He might have been cunning but I was pretty damn smart myself. I locked my eyes with his and silently tell him to fuck off while giving him a cold smile.

A funeral of star-crossed hopes and dreams. “I have nothing to confess,” Alyssa said, her voice sharp as she faced the council circle. Her posture was straight, and her chin high. She would not bow. Not even to the ancient voices of her people. “You have denied the will of the Goddess,” one of the elders named Rhodan said. He was tall and brittle, with a face sunken yet proud. “And in doing so, you threaten not only the prophecy, but the unity of this continent.” “She never asked me what I wanted,” Alyssa snapped. “If I’m her reincarnation, why hasn’t she spoken to me directly? Why do I only ever hear her words through people who claim to know what’s best for me?”

Alpha Lucius sighed dejectedly. "Asena is the one with the deepest scar, I can't imagine what that lady had been through as a lad because of you." Luna Howell scolded. Alpha Lucius felt like breaking down, heavy load of guilt was on his two shoulders. Everyday, that day scene of him forcing himself on her was in his consciousness that he hated himself so much for it.

, 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.”

ALANNA ALANNA *"The truth is like a slow-burning fuse—inevitable and explosive, lighting up the darkest corners of our past."* The air in the room felt heavy, laden with the weight of all the secrets that had been suffocating us for years. Chloe's father sat across from me, his eyes tired and red, as if he had been wrestling with his conscience for a long time. I knew this conversation would change everything, yet I wasn’t prepared for what was coming.

one of them shouted, coming closer to where I was. "Hahaha, I have many routes to escape from. You should worry about yourself. Luciana is not doing anything and she is not going to do anything. Give up and spill the truth. "We do not know what truth you are talking about. You are just trying to blackmail us." "Blackmail you? Did I not tell you the last time that I knew everything? Why do I even know? That is because I am Ashley, the luna you all conspired to kill." There was a pale look of fear and distress on their faces.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.