Anonymous Confessions Novels & Stories

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”.

Which was nothing compared to what he really deserved. Billboard signs and street exits flew by as the truck sped along the dark highway road to our unknown destination. For the life of me, I just couldn't believe that we had gotten away. My mind felt like I was in a dream state, just floating around in my own body; watching everything as it unfolded, not really seeing what my eyes were seeing. My heart was still running double time, even as we slowly made our way to the elevator and up to our room on the second floor. I couldn't even remember when we had pulled into parking lot of the hotel. My ears heard the soft click of the door unlocking... telling me we were safe and that we had escape

No one was supposed to know about it except my bodyguards, but I bet they would never ever talk about it to anyone. I shook my head and realized I was only telling Sasha and Aaron about a secret in my mind. Aaron stood up but remained standing near the couch. He put his hands in his pocket and knitted his brows like he was thinking hard about my situation. Then, he squinted at me. “There’s something you’re not telling us, Adam. We can’t help you if you don’t come clean. Jessamine is a forgiving woman,” he said, eyeing me suspiciously. “There’s more about you being honest with her. Did Neomi -”

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

The honesty of that cut deeper than any accusation could have. "I never meant to create that," I said. "I know," she said. "You meant to create certainty. The alarm was a side effect you never looked at directly." Her phone vibrated again. This time she looked at the screen fully, and something shifted in her expression - small but real, the specific shift that happens when information arrives that changes the shape of a situation. "What is it," I asked. She turned the screen slightly toward me. A news alert. Breaking: Anonymous sources allege systemic confidentiality misuse within major publishing consortium.

“Don't look at me like that. I couldn't involve the authorities properly because there are things connected to me that I can't afford to put into public records. Every direction I turned felt wrong. Every person I questioned could have been connected to someone else. I was losing my mind.” Nyra's expression softened. “You still came.” Kaizen gave a humourless laugh. “I would have searched until I stopped breathing.” Anonymous watched the entire exchange silently, the words interested him. The devotion interested him even more. Finally, he spoke. “So this is Kaizen Arclair.” Kaizen slowly turned toward him, but he kept one arm around Nyra. “You know who I am.” Anonymous raised an eyebrow. “Yo

“I cannot delve further into the exact details of what happened between Mr. Barone and me, but rest assured that thanks to that exchange, we now have once less scourge on our streets.” His gaze returned to the crowd, who started their handwaving again. He pointed to a man in the back row. “Oscar Nowak, Werewolf Gazette,” the man said. “Are you saying that these sources are wrong? Both are claiming to have been from deep inside their respective camps.” Even on camera, I could tell that Andrew’s jaw was clenching. “I do not know who these sources are as they have chosen to remain anonymous,” he began, “but I can assure you that they do not know the full truth of my dealings with Mr. Barone.”

"Vivian, you have my word. Whatever you share with me will be kept in strict confidence. I'm here to listen and support you." Vivian nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. The weight of the secret she was about to reveal felt immense, but she knew she needed to share it. Taking a moment to compose herself, she began to unravel the intricacies of her recent experiences and the tangled web of emotions that consumed her. "I... I had an affair with Veronica's fiancé, Ted," Vivian confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It happened before I even knew they were together. And when I found out, it was too late. I didn't know how to tell her, and now everything has unraveled."

The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies. The confessors referred to themselves as "sisters" and lived together and of course, they had a leader. Isabelle's sister was their leader. King Caesar - back then, when he was still a prince - had been on a long trip with some guards. When it was nightfall, they found a place to camp, but unknown to them, it was close to the camp of the confessors. While they were asleep, the confessors attacked them and confessed him - Caesar - alongside some of his men. He was confessed by Tabitha - Isabelle's blood sister and the leader of the confessors at that time.

He could sense that Arkael was beginning to hesitate in telling him everything that he wanted to know. Arkael began to broke into cold sweat due to his nervousness. Could he open up? Could he do this? This is his first time to open up to someone. His planned confession was like shredding his carefully sculpted armor away from his body. His bare soul would surface after that! Could he trust him? To no bounds? “Axe, would you change your mind if I told you that...” Arkael trailed of his words afraid of going on further. He swallowed the lump clogging on his throat. His hands began to shook.