Anonymous Confessions Novels & Stories

Nothing" I sniffed. "There's something about this. Your crying" "No I'm not" I argued. "Yes you are" "No" "Yes" "Alright alright. I'm crying" I admitted. "Why are you crying then" Barb asked "I committed a crime" "What? Where? How? What crime?" "Enough questions Barb" I giggled. "Not an actual crime" I continued "Then what" I sighed "I had some sexual play with a girl" "What?! Did you have sex!" "No!" I exclaimed. "Is that even possible?"

But I will rather try someone new. I scroll down as message pop on my laptop asking me for permission to access my camera and microphone. That’s not happening! Camera yes, but mic hell no. The last thing I want is someone recognizing me by my voice. My face and chest popped up on the screen and I did a quick check. Damn, I’m so freaking hot!! Satisfied, I lowered the screen so just my lips and upper body were visible then I click on the message and await this mysterious new man. But hold up! Who the fuck bears architecture as a fake name, what happened to big cock or some crazy except he plans on drawing my cum on his next project it sounds funny.

How do you confess something you didn’t choose. My chest felt tight, not dramatic, just quietly suffocating. Like someone had pressed pause on my lungs. I opened my notes app because that felt safer than talking. I typed. I need to tell you something. Deleted. Please don’t be angry. Deleted. I didn’t cheat. I swear I didn’t cheat. Deleted. My fingers hovered, useless. There was no version of the truth that came out clean. There was no sentence that did not end in loss. Another message buzzed in.

"We will. Tonight. But first I need to know if you're in. All of you. Because once we start this, there's no going back. Your identities go public. Your lives change forever. You become the face of this fight whether you want to or not." I looked at Ronan. At Chen. At Kieran, Lee, and Marcus. All of us trapped in the same conspiracy. All of us used without consent. "I'm in," I said. "I want to expose them. I want everyone to know what they did." "Me too," Chen said. "Same," Kieran added. Lee and Marcus nodded. Ronan looked at Hale directly. "We're in. All of us. But if you're lying, if this is another manipulation, I'll destroy you myself."

Lola’s POV – Shaking Foundations She couldn’t sit still. Not in class. Not in the library. Not even when Liv tried to drag her into gossip about who was hooking up with who in the dorm. Her head was a storm. That single word Confidential kept flashing in her mind like a warning sign. She’d fought so hard to start fresh here, to keep that part of her locked away where no one could touch it. And now, it was in someone else’s hands. Who had the guts to dig this deep?

They are my kids, and I deserve to know about them. “Geez! Angela, have you heard him? Secrets… not meant to be shared without your kids’ permission,” Anya clucked her tongue and shook her head. She clapped her hands. “You used to do that, talking to Uncle Jesse.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Anya, you know it’s called confession, right?” She ignored me. “Okay, listen, people. I have thought of one, and we call this getting to know each other.”

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.

The awkward silence didn't last long. And we both started talking at the same time. "You don't have to come." "I won't come if you don't want me to..." We both smiled and but Vic came forward and stood next to me. His gaze... it was the same way he looked when the lights got turned on. I cleared my throat nervously. "Please don't mind Anya. She is just... I mean she is bad at organising things. I will ask Dad to drop me at the movies. I know how much you hate this stuff and my friends."

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

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