Anime Confessions Novels & Stories

They all wore their Kimonos. "If you do not mind me asking, why are you not dressed in modern outfit?" I asked genuinely curious. "Anniversary of our ancestors," Akane answered proudly. "So how long have you been with Damien?" Azumi, the eldest of the three daughters and also the boldest. "Azumi!" Akane said in dismay. I smiled. "Not long but it feels like a while," I said. "And how many of his exes have you fought off?" Azumi asked with glee.

With time, the difference between how she seemed and the struggles she dealt with quietly inside her mind increased, creating a hidden battle within herself. During a quiet and somber night, as Kaia grappled with a particularly distressing episode, she reached a pivotal decision. Calling her therapist, she confided, "I want to tell Beau, make him understand that my mind creates these terrifying scenarios, and I can't control it. It's not a reflection of reality, but it's eating me alive." Kaia's confession bore the weight of a newfound ache, stemming from the torment of concealing this internal struggle from Beau.

"Okay. So...start from the beginning. I'm here. And I'll tell you if anything you say makes me uncomfortable." I laugh and pinch the bridge of my nose. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I...I used to be friends with this girl. I had a crush on a guy and she went out with him even though she knew. And to get back at her, for almost a year, I gave him hand jobs and blow jobs behind her back." He snorts and I can't help but laugh with him. "I thought you said you wouldn't judge me?" He laughs loudly and even though that was a silly little confession, I felt a little lighter. "I'm not...Like maybe a little, but...it's kind of funny. That's it."

Of course, Anibe stared at me suspiciously Anibe : did you escape from kidnappers? Me: nope Anibe : the girl with the uniform, your classmate huh? Me: yep Anibe : and the guy? You have a crush on him? I winded the glass and sighed deeply. I forgot to answer his question Anibe: wait? What? He pulled over just outside the entrance to the estate Me: hey Anibe :why would you crush on him already? Me: I never said so Anibe : well you look like a girl who got jelly knees after standing in front of her crush. And the air conditioning is on, why did you wind down the glass and breathe in?

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.

Her confession today was different; not the usual petty transgressions of thought, but something deeper, more unsettling. "I… I have been having… impure thoughts, Father," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Thoughts that shame me. Thoughts of… flesh. Of touch. Of wanting…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet visible even in the dim light. Father Michael clenched his fists, the cheap fabric of his cassock rough against his skin.

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

She must have been looking for me. “Jordan?” She crossed to me quickly, searching my face. “What happened?” I pulled her onto my lap without thinking, burying my face in her neck. She smelled like rain and the faint trace of our earlier sin. For a long moment I just held her, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine. “Agnes,” I finally said, voice rough. “She told me everything.” I voiced it to her too—the heretic buried beneath us, the staged miracles, the archive of confessions, and Vittorio’s games. And then the part that made my voice crack: my mother, the bishop, and me. I mean, I told her every single thing.

I take my time selecting a bottle. When I turn around, the energy in the room has shifted. Something has changed while my back was turned. They're all looking at Cole now, some silent conversation happening between them. "What?" I crack open my beer. "You guys look weird." "Cole was just telling us," Marcus says slowly, "about your little confession last Thanksgiving." My blood goes cold. "What confession?" "The one where you got drunk and told him you'd been having dreams about all of us." Theo's smile is different now. Hungry. "The dirty kind."