Anime Confessions Novels & Stories

Still, no trust in these people. Angelo told me to befriend Gwen and Aki. He was right that it was time for me to talk and befriend other people. I just should not give my full trust to them. They were still strangers and trusting them was lethal. Aki sipped his cold chocolate drink. “Why do they all look at us again, Cath? Did you post something in the F******k group of the town and school or did someone confess their love to you?” The town and school felt normal. They have websites and pages wherein students can confess their feelings to each other. Corny high school ways to find their sweetheart. I guessed for werewolves, they call it finding their mate. I would never try to post my confe

The confession had ripped open old wounds, unleashing memories so dark they dragged her back into madness. At last, the violent thrashing began to subside. Ana’s struggles grew weaker, replaced by exhausted whimpers. The sisters remained close, breathing hard, their clothes damp with sweat and tears. They would have to keep her restrained a little longer, waiting for the storm of guilt, grief, and trauma to ebb. The heavy confession about Carla’s murder had awakened something monstrous in her shattered mind something that refused to be silenced easily.

Rebecca gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back into her pussy, slow and deliberate, while Daniel watched. They collapsed onto the bed together, Sienna between them, wrecked and glowing. Daniel’s heavy arm draped over her waist. Rebecca’s leg slid between hers. For a while the only sound was their breathing and the distant lap of water against the dock. Eventually Daniel spoke, voice quieter. “Claire can never know.” “I know,” Sienna whispered. Rebecca turned Sienna’s face toward her and kissed her once—slower this time, almost tender. Daniel pressed a matching kiss to the back of her shoulder.

Ana's Point of View : Hi, I am Allessana Chandria Gomez a.k.a Ana. I am 18 years old and like Twaine I am also a 2nd year college nursing student. Obviously, we're classmates. We just finished our intrams so we went back to school again. I smiled as I greeted Twaine with my tight hug but she didn’t seem to be on herself. I could see the sadness in her angelic eyes. I knew she had a problem. However, she is not the type who will tells you her problems. She would rather keep her problem to herself than tell to us.

I said abruptly. “No. Don’t look for the results but I am not telling you to assume. What I am trying to say is profess your feelings to him so he’s aware of it. And you’re right. Ask for closure whatever happens. Tell him to forget what you have said and act like there is no confession happened” Frances told me while looking directly into my eyes. “When will you confess?” Aminah asked me seriously. “I am planning before this year ends. Before 2020 ends” I answered her.

(Coughing around the room) CoN: (to me) "Can you provide any insight?" Me: "I have a bad habit of walking into people who want to hurt me." CoN: "These are multiple wounds." Me: "I piss off multiple people." CoN: "What do you attribute that too?" Me: "I'm a reincarnated A****n warrior bent on saving my sisters from global destruction. It is a surprisingly unpopular life path I have chosen." CoN made eye contact with the Psychologist...he shrugged. "Amazons are female warriors. Has your condition destabilized your gender identity?"

she said. I hesitated. “We?” The word was a promise that tasted of iron and salt. I smiled. “We.” And for the first time in months, my chest didn’t ache with memory or maps of betrayal. Instead, I felt its opposite: that blazing potential of partnership. I moved forward, unzipped my jacket. Cassian tensed only half-protective. He knew me too well. Knew even danger had changed me. Inside was a folder. Top sheet: “CONFESSION: ARIA QUINN & CASSIAN VALE”. The camera inside captured every moment. A confession. Not a comeback but a reckoning.

That's all I heard before I felt an unbearable pain in my body. ANIKA'S POV:- I stuffed the armor of the she wolf warrior along with the swords and the other weapons and the belt I was just given. I zipped the bag and pulled my clothes off. I wore the clothes I had bought and sneaked out of the house. After hearing them screaming each other's names in pleasure, I did not want anything else to prove how wrong I was. I was bearing everyone's disgusted faces after his public confession that he and I both knew that we were not mates, everyone was disgusted. I could smell the bitterness they started to feel for me. While I was bearing all that, he was happily pleasuring her. It was not what he pr

Albeit having to face that hellish month sooner or later, we Programming students at least were dismissed from class earlier than any other class, which gives me time to go home and well, watch some animes or mangas and do my shenanigans I loved to do. And my caramal pudding might also turn solid by now. “11 am.” I mumbled the time as I looked at my phone, a picture of an anime guy looking very cool with glowing blue eyes and shadow soldiers surrounding him decorated the background of my phone’s screen. At the ame time, I was actually partially ignoring Alphonso who started to talk about some 90s anime he watched, given that he’s a newbie in terms of animes. “And you know what, for the sake

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.