Anonymous Confessions Novels & Stories

Like releasing the truth has lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying. As we leave the room, my phone buzzes one more time. Unknown number: Interesting performance, Luna. But confessions on camera won’t save you. Tomorrow, everyone learns what you really are. Sleep well. – A Friend

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?

From anticipation to confusion, from disappointment to frustration, then to simmering anger. He must've been thinking we had agreed to go through our 144th declaration today. Why didn't I show up? Why would I humiliate him like this in front of the world? But Aldric, hadn't I gone through that same humiliation 143 times? Well, thank goodness, there wouldn't be a 144th time. This time, I was the one who was done. My resignation stirred quite a storm inside Cromwell LLP. Most of my colleagues never knew about my past with Aldric. But now, after everything that happened, the rumors have begun to swirl.

Edward and I used to message each other on it all the time. It happened the day we’d just finished an exam. After roughly estimating my score, I couldn’t wait to chat with him. As we talked, I got caught up in the moment and blurted out a confession. And then… I never got a reply. At first, I thought maybe something had come up, so I waited. I waited quietly, from seven in the evening until midnight. But still, nothing. I went from anxiously tossing and turning on my bed to feeling so miserable I wanted to cry.

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."

But behind the claps, someone’s phone beeped then another, then a third. A murmur spread through the gallery. Screens lit up like fireflies. Jordan’s stomach dropped. He knew that sound. He’d heard it once before, the night the letter went viral. He yanked out his phone and froze. Breaking Now: Exclusive Leaked Files Liam Kale’s “Lost Confession” Finally Surfaces. The artist admits to emotional manipulation and guilt in a new recording. The crowd shifted from admiration to curiosity. Whispers twisted through the room like smoke. Amara blinked, confusion flickering into panic.

I don’t feel disgusted thinking about it , but I know that I want to do do this , I don’t know how much I’m going to keep on fighting this feeling and the urge to fuck my uncle . Pray for me father , I’m losing it . The moment I finished my confession it was followed by total silence and that was when I heard him let out a deep breath from the other side . “Nora,”he called out. “ Yes uncle” I replied standing up from where I sat and that was when I got to see him . Without waiting for any more words I walked away from the confession center as I walked out of the church , the satisfied thought lingering in my mind . Ava, my best friend, was Standing beside my car when I got out of the church

“What are you talking about?” “They went live,” I said, words tumbling out faster than I could catch them. “On some anonymous stream. They looked… awful. Hair chopped uneven, no makeup, like they hadn’t slept in days. They confessed. Everything. The accident. The threats. The body-shaming. The racism toward Raina. Stealing from charities. Manipulating you. Plotting with Hudson. They named names, dates, details. And they apologized. Over and over. To me. To you. To everyone.”

Aria didn’t watch the streams pour in. She sat in the quiet of the library, knees pulled to her chest, wrapped in one of Cassian’s jackets. Her bare feet pressed against the cool tile floor. She didn’t smile. She didn’t cry. She just breathed. Cassian entered without knocking. He didn’t need to anymore. “They’re calling it the ‘Blackout Confession,’” he said gently. “Nova says people are responding with footage of their own unfiltered testimonies. Some are even showing regret. Emotional suppression officers. Merge volunteers. Teachers.”

“Take a seat, Sierra.” I do, clasping my hands together in my lap. I don’t like this. I don’t like the way my pulse has started to race. I sit there, my body growing cold by the moment as I wait for her to finally speak. To tell me why she called for me. Finally, she sighs and adjusts her glasses. “An anonymous report was made yesterday concerning a possible breach of confidentiality.” My stomach drops, and every nerve ending in my body freezes. “What?” I blurt out.