Anonymous Confessions Novels & Stories

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

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."

I did anyway. Unknown number. No photo. No link. Just a sentence that made my skin go cold. You can’t seal a confession. My breath stopped. Then another message arrived—this one a file transfer notification from a platform I didn’t recognize, as if someone had dropped a package on the internet and addressed it to me. File available: “CONFESSION.mp4” The room blurred at the edges. I didn’t open it. I didn’t touch it. I held the phone out to counsel like it was venom.

The light outside was fading, dipping the cramped space into shadow, but I couldn't summon the energy to get up and turn on a lamp. Exhaustion weighed on me, an invisible pressure that had sunk into my bones over the the long ride and the current stress, ever since my tearful confession to Conan. I had cracked open my past and spilled out the painful truths about Brad's betrayal and my desire for justice. Now in the quiet aftermath, doubt and uncertainty swirled within me. Had revealing even that sliver of my hidden motives been a catastrophic mistake? I knew well that the truth was a slippery, dangerous thing, liable to twist free from your grip. Already I sensed Conan watching me more clos

“What’s he up to?” She just shrugged at her as they listened to Brandon speaking. “Uh… I would like to take this opportunity to… uh… I don’t even know how to start this…” He cleared his throat, before continuing. “There’s this girl whom I know my entire life… and I always like teasing her because at first I thought she was just really fun to tease. But days… years passed… I don’t even know how the hell this thing happened…” He heaved a sigh. Is he referring to Nix? Millie turned to her side and saw her bestfriend blinking at every word of Brandon. Is he actually gonna confess? Her thoughts about her problem started to fade slowly as she felt excitement about what’s gonna happen next.

It was a dangerous game, navigating the treacherous world of gossip and scandal. One evening, while poring over countless articles and online forums, I stumbled upon a thread buried deep in the digital abyss. It was a comment—an offhand remark made by an anonymous user who claimed to have information about the blogger's own secrets. It was a twist of fate, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. With cautious optimism, I reached out to this mysterious individual, engaging in a delicate dance of trust and mutual benefit. We struck a fragile alliance, sharing information and resources that could potentially expose the blogger's own vulnerabilities. It was a high-stakes gamble, but we had to level t

She was their friend to begin with. “I confessed. I am not coward like you guys,” Terban boasted. “Who are you calling cowards? I confessed too!” Slyvester said. “Count me in,” Chaylen shared. “M-Me either,” said the shy Kyle, and he even added the exact date where he did it. “It’s XX-XX-XX.” When he told them the day, everyone has their eyes wide open. They all remembered confessing at the same day! And when they realized that they confessed to Ryan at the same day, Slyvester began to shared, “6:30 am!”

“Tell her what you’ve been doing behind my back.” Ryan’s voice came out rough. “I’ve been fucking your wife since spring break. In the equipment closet. In her car. In your shower once when you were at a conference.” Danielle moaned louder at the words. Her arms shook. Harlan’s tone never rose. “Harder. She can take it.”

Curious, Noah could not stay silent anymore and asked, “How did you know this Jerson?” Jerson shifted his gaze from the documents to Noah who was looking at him with ambiguous eyes. He understands Noah and his trust issues, but there are things in this world that better be kept concealed than tell anyone about it. “Just like you and the rest of us, I have secrets to keep. Unless otherwise required, I do not wish to leak it as it was not a good memory to share.” By this statement, Noah shut his mouth. Asking about it wasn’t a good idea in the first place. If he insists on an answer, the other party might be offended.

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