Alesana Confessions Novels & Stories

Ashley felt Dominic tense beside her. Elena lifted the notebook. “This belonged to Jonathan Wellspring.” Ashley’s father. She carefully opened the final page. “The last page contains a dying confession.” The harbor fell completely silent. Patrick Walker’s expression remained unreadable. Alvin stepped out from behind his vehicle. Dominic slowly raised his pistol. Every eye fixed on Elena. She drew a slow breath. Then began to read. “If anyone is reading this, then I am already dead…” Ashley’s heart nearly stopped. “The man responsible for our deaths is not the one you believe.”

“Please, I need to cum.” “Not yet.” His eyes are dark, predatory, nothing like the gentle priest I’ve watched at mass. “You wanted to confess, little lamb. So confess. Tell me everything you’ve done while thinking about me.” “I touched myself.” I’m squirming in his lap, desperate for friction he won’t give me. “Every night after mass.” “How?” His fingers move just slightly inside me, a tease. “Show me what you did.” “I have things. In my bedroom.” My face heats even as my body throbs. “Things I used while thinking about you.”

She noticed whispers behind glass windows, the way assistants avoided her eyes. Then, when she passed by a conference room, the murmurs rose. “Did she really talk to Rafael—?” “Why would she contact him…?” “I thought Ethan trusted her…” Alyssa stopped walking. Her heart dropped, sinking to a cold, angry place. She knew this pattern. She had lived through it before — years ago, with Rafael. First the whispers, then the rumors, then the doubts. A slow poison slipped quietly into her life. She closed her eyes for a moment, breath trembling.

The words landed harder than she meant them to, an echo of everything she'd said to Nikolia the night before, and she watched Rafael flinch at the recognition of it, at the realization that he'd committed some smaller version of the exact same sin. "I know," he said quietly. "I know it wasn't." Alessia stared at him, exhaustion and grief and fury tangled together into something she didn't have a clean name for, five years of a life she'd believed was entirely her own now riddled with quiet interventions and unspoken arrangements from both the men who claimed to love her most. "I need to know something," she said, voice barely steady. "And I need you to answer me honestly, right now, without

A con artist and a MISA agent, Isaac. Suddenly everything clicked into place. Isaac could be this ‘God’ Anson was speaking of, and if that was indeed the case—he was more terrifying than I thought he could be. If so, it meant he had planned everything out to this very moment. Only to gather more evidence against the Fanuccis. "And who told you to rape Mena?" Anson's eyes darted around as he tried to come up with an answer. Alessio was not afraid to call it as it was. An attempted rape.

Her eyes burned, not with tears but with the quiet fury of someone wrongfully accused, someone fighting to claw her way out of the trap Naomi had so carefully set. “How come… something… there must be something that can…” Alisa whispered to herself, her voice breaking into fragments as though the words were too fragile to hold together. Her eyes darted to the table, unfocused and for the briefest moment her mind betrayed her, conjuring an image she hadn’t expected. Leo. The name slipped past her lips like a gasp, soft and startled.

she corrects. And then I step out. Gun drawn. “Game over.” Delano spins — too late. He stares at me. “You’re the leak.” “No,” I say, walking closer. “I’m the consequence.” Alana moves to stand beside me. Her voice is calm. “We’ve got recordings. Phone calls. Names. Movements.” “You’re bluffing.” She smiles. “You really want to bet your life on that?” He hesitates. Then lunges. Stupid.

“What happened, Sammy? Dylan said you were out of the town but yesterday, I saw the news. I was shocked. I tried to visit you in the hospital, but police didn't let me pass.” I sucked an air and bit my lower lip. “H-He's evil, Rachel.” She stared at me with so much pity and pulled me for a hug. “Was it right? You were saved by Lucian and Jacob Lee? How did you know him?” I heaved a sigh before telling her everything. When I say everything, I didn't leave any information behind. I told her the whole story—from the beginning up to the end. I was crying the whole time. Rachel keeps on telling me to stop, but this is the only way I know to lessen the burden in my heart.

Final and absolute. Alessa turned on her heel, her steps sharp with defiance. She had heard enough. She had recorded enough. Every word of his confession was now hers, hidden in the small device against her chest. Proof. A weapon of her own. But she did not make it to the door. Something sparked in the air, a sound too quick to process. Pain seared through her body like fire. Her muscles seized as her breath caught in her throat. The world spun violently as her limbs buckled.

Alayna began glancing around nervously. "Alayna. I'm glad you're here. I wish for you to meet some friends." Elsewhere "HAHAHA!" Ah yes that's it! Oh I haven't felt such grief and agony since our contract was formed! I warned you! I warned all of you! You arrogant bastards!" Alesia began laughing hysterically sitting on a rock overseeing the city. "Aaaaah it's -" She began but froze as she felt a tingling sensation creep up her spine. A dark mist ankle deep began creeping forward surrounding her and the surroundings.