Anime Confessions Novels & Stories

"I'm still shocked. I can't believe Heyli turned to a Kanime. Was that what she's been hiding all these while? It had to be," "She looked so terrifying. I don't think I'd ever see her the same way again." Nina said and shook her head. "Imagine, she's been lying to us! She's been deceiving us!" "I would do the same if I were her," Kayla said quietly. "Why would I want anyone to know I'm a Kanime? That'll be really terrible and I'll be stigmatized. We should hear her side of the story." "I don't want to hear her side of the story. I think she's really dangerous."

If someone had told me that he would be so audacious as to hit me across the face, I would have tagged the person a liar but now the truth was glaring before my very eyes and that was when I realized that we don’t know people until they hit their limit and that is when we know their true colors. “What do you want from me? How dare you even cry! You are not the victim here, Ananyah is the victim here and if you dare cry again, I am going to hit you over and over again. You were the one who brought Conan into our lives. You were so stupid and dumb that he used you as a medium to penetrate our very lives and now, we are all suffering the consequences of your stupidity and actions!”

Knowing that Erica could not be persuaded easily, Ansel suddenly confessed his wrongdoing: "Erica, I know that what I'm about to say might make you angry, but I feel like I need to confess something to you." Ansel paused to gauge Erica's reaction. As expected, his voice suddenly turned serious, which made Erica feel a little uneasy. She anxiously awaited Ansel to complete what he had started, which heightened her curiosity and also caused her to feel anxious. "What is it?" Erica couldn't bear it any longer and urged, "Please tell me quickly." Ansel took a deep breath and finally revealed his confession to Erica:

All the confessors were killed. The confessors - they were females with special powers of compulsion. They had the ability to turn a man into their slaves and do every single thing they desire. And it'd go on for as long as the confessor was alive. King Caesar was a victim of this. He was a slave to one of the confessors and worshipped her. All he could think of, day and night, was pleasing his mistress. The confessor was not all that nice, as she made him kill his parents.

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

Connor looked at Annette coldly and asked, "How does it feel to have someone confess to you?" Annette asked in surprise, "How did you know? Marcus must have lied to me. We agreed that I would tell you in person." Connor snorted. "He didn't say it. It seems that you have discussed it. Alright, tell me what you want to say." Annette thought for a moment and said, "If Marcus didn't say it, was it Fiona?" "Who else would it be except for her?" Connor said to Annette. Annette said unhappily, "She must be talking nonsense again. At noon, a boy confessed to me. Because there were too many people watching, I left with him alone and went somewhere quiet to talk."

And sometimes aliveness looks like being held down, used, ruined in the best way. What would you do if you weren’t afraid? So began our exchange. Anonymous confessions slipped behind the brick, thoughtful, and increasingly depraved, responses appearing within a day. I confessed to fantasies I’d never spoken aloud: being choked until my vision blurred, being spanked until I cried, being fucked on my knees in a public place where anyone could walk in. I confessed to coming so hard thinking about a stranger’s belt around my wrists that I left teeth marks on my own arm to keep quiet.

Cannot hold his urge any longer, Alfi then. ... WHY AM I WRITING AN ADULT SEX STORY?! THERE’S NOTHING HAPPENED, REALLY! PROBABLY IT’S BECAUSE I HAVE WATCHED KUZU NO HONKAI AND DOMESTIC NA KANOJO THAT I END UP WRITING SUCH A PLOT. NOTHING! REALLY! I WATCHED THEM AS THE HEROINE LOOK LIKE MITSUHA. NO, NO! I DON’T PLAN TO DUMP HER NOR HAVE ANOTHER WAIFU!!! ARRGHHH! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!!!!

Because countless tales about gods, goddesses, and other deities distorted time to trick mortals with all sorts of sick games. “Because it feels like I’ve been here forever,” I said instead, which was sort of the truth, too. “I don’t even remember what day it is anymore.” Again, Ani never had a reason to lie or trick anyone. He was too confident, borderline cocky, to need to lie. He simply didn’t see it necessary to deceive – his horns a testament to that…

Except. I remembered the stairway. Jareth balls deep when the door opened. How close had he been? I heard him curse against my neck. Did he cum right when we were found? This can't happen. I wanted nothing to do with those sociopaths! I sat patiently in the student health room. I twiddled my thumbs and looked at the posters. One advertied free co doms. Too late. Another reminded you to be up on your vaccineces and pictured an older nurse. She looked like my grandmother. What would she say to me?