Anime Confessions Novels & Stories

was all Hiroshi responded, his face still stricken with confusion. Nana mentally sighed. See, even Hiroshi, who is infamously known to be a super geek and a certified otaku, doesn't believe in those kinds of things. Who would on their right mind would believe her anyway. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?" Hiroshi quicky added, his eyebrows now knitted together. Miyazaki Nana decided that it is best to drop the matter already and went to pick up her controller to her side to avoid having eye contact with the guy seated right nest to her.

As the confusion and frustration swirl around and round my mind, I wind up tangled and confused, unsure what's going on and uncomfortable with the whole situation. “That’s a shame, I really thought we had a connection.” Despite the strangely disjointed voice, I hear a flatness to the tone, as if the person isn’t happy with my response. “If you thought we had a connection, then why did I turn you down for that date?” Maybe a little sleuthing will get me the answers I'm looking for. Because either this person is Konan and will know the answer to the question, or they won't know the answer and I'll have some proof that this is some impostor with an ulterior motive.

Ruth repeatedly played the recording. Each time, Esmerelda's voice filled the air again. The hospital room was eerily silent, except for the recording playing on repeat. Minutes dragged by until, all of a sudden, Ruth hurled the phone against the wall. She then turned her cold eyes on Esmerelda. "Do you have anything left to say?" Esmerelda frantically shook her head. This time, her tears were real. "Mom, I was wrong. I was joking. I didn't think Clara would take it seriously… I really didn't mean it…"

Seeing the woman you've been dreaming of was being tortured by other people is so freaking painful. After I found out that Dylan isn't treating her right, I tried to steal her, but the fact that I was the one who caused her brother's accident scared me. I turned into a coward again. I let her suffer. I watched her cry, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I made my feelings clear to her. "Are you sure about your plans, Jacob? They're married. It won't be easy to take Samantha away." I nodded at Theo, determined to do what I wanted. I should've told her about my feelings a long time ago. This confession has been long overdue, so I gathered all my strength and swallowed my fear. I confessed to h

Her cheeks looked flushed, and I was certain she had been with her mate, Conan. Conan was one of the Ancient Alphas, probably one of the most powerful, but he always stuck with Jayden’s crew, the white brothers or the sexy five as girls in school called them. The much more powerful company, and from the look of things, his pack didn't mind. Not that they would dare protest anyway. “Why are your cheeks so red?” I asked, rolling my eyes. Conan was too much of an experienced guy for my shy, naive friend. “They aren't”, she lied obviously, doing a facepalm. Anne did that only when she was nervous.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

All of them looked at her and couldn't deny that they were also concerned about the same thing. "Yeah...I wonder what it is written here, "Aki replied while looking at their pamphlet. "This shit kinda sus to me, bruh," Kanaye added, as if certain that there was nothing in there. "Yo, what?" June looked at him. " I mean, bro, look at it," Kanaye said, then took the pamphlet from Amelia. "Look, there's nothing here. No matter how many times I look at this, there's nothing to read here!" he said. "I swear, that Gojo guy... he's such a big pain in the ass," he said, convinced of his own thoughts.

that crossed the line into cheating. I didn't just want to break them up; I wanted to dismantle the pedestals they stood on. Kai was the star athlete who thought he was untouchable, and Ava was the scholarship student who acted like her integrity was a suit of armor. I was about to prove that armor was made of glass. I tapped the screen, sending the first "anonymous" blast to the Crestwood Confessions page. Within seconds, phones across the cafe began to chime. It was like watching a slow-motion car crash.

Keeps the ego in check. “I’m seeing someone,” I announced. That shut them both up, which was no small miracle. Caisen straightened, eyes narrowing. “You’re what?” “I’m seeing someone,” I repeated, fighting the tug of a smile. “Liam.” The silence that followed was delicious. Then Conrad choked—on air, his own spit, maybe disbelief. “The manga guy?” the other one asked, tone dripping with scandalized amusement. “The one who called your voice annoying?” “That’s his version of flirting,” I said, leaning back. “Tragic, but effective.”

Ariana’s POV I recorded that afternoon. Not for the audience. Not even for the next scheduled upload. This wasn’t a podcast episode — it was a confession. No intro music. No script. No polish. Just the soft hiss of the mic and my voice, slightly hoarse from everything I hadn’t said out loud in years. //“There’s a version of love no one talks about,” I began, eyes closed.