Confess A Novels & Stories

Sighs, “what… what is it? what is it you want me to do?” “That’s the spirt!” she began. “Back at the court, you denied ever having anything to do with the murder. It was a good act, at least you didn’t expose the truth, but now, I want you to confess to the crime. You will confess that you are a spy for the silver pack’s alpha, and that you were the one who killed the messenger, you will also tell Walden that you witnessed when I was attacked, make him believe it, because as of now he doesn’t seem to.” Conor was shocked by her words, now he knew that all his life, he’d never known the pure definition of evil until he met Samara.

he said. She blinked. “Speak? To whom?” His words had gravity but the logistics were a tangle; he’d been in ICU, after all. Moving him would require doctors and permissions and careful hands. “To everyone who will listen.” He smiled, thin and rueful. “I can’t change the ledger or the names. I can change what I do now. I will make a statement — to the board, to investigators, to the press if necessary. I will confess what I know and what I didn’t know and what I failed to stop.”

“It all points to you.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a hush. “Raziela, listen to me. There might be a way. If you confess… if you show remorse, plead that it was a moment of madness… maybe they’ll show mercy. Exile, perhaps, instead of… instead of the alternative.” I stared at him, my chest burning as his words settled within me. “Confess?” I hissed, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. “You want me to confess to a crime I didn’t commit?“

And I ended up being an abuser, a harasser and an almost home wrecker to dozens of women in the past. Now, I'm helpless. "Is there anything you have to say, Mrs Fox?" I hear Georgia asking me in a stunned tone. I gulp down and shake my head. "Yes. I know after this confession, many people who supported me while not even knowing me will think that I'm being forced to do it. But this is not true. In my complete senses, I confess to all the crimes I'm charged with. And I'll accept any punishment for it", I add. "Mrs Fox, are you really not forced by anyone to say this?" Georgia asks again.

so much pressure . My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I couldn't breathe. So, I came to the realization: No matter how old you are, no matter what the crime is, confessions are the hardest thing to do. I took a deep breath and walked out with him. "I'm sorry but I'm not pregnant" There were gasps and screams of "What ?!"

"Tell us you still want us." I close my eyes. A second. Two. Then I give in. In a breath, a broken confession. "No." And everything tips over.

"You said you have something to confess?" Emily swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I need to confess to a crime." The officer raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Go on." Emily took a deep breath, her heart racing. This was it. There was no turning back now. "I was involved in something terrible," she began, her voice trembling. "Something that might have led to..." The officer’s pen hovered over the clipboard, waiting for more, " Go on, Miss?"

she said calmly, “it will be revealed, and you will remain exiled. But if you speak the truth, the moon will reveal that as well.” I stared out at the sea and looked into the waters to see my distorted reflection. For a moment I felt fear, not fear of the truth, but fear of being judged. That maybe everything I would say was not going to be honest. But then I inhaled deeply. “I acknowledge my past,” I began, my voice steady. “I was exiled under false judgment, punished for a crime I did not commit. I stand before the sea and the moon and confess that I had no hand in the attack of Damien Blackthorne. I did not harm him. I did not conspire against him. I did not wish him death.”

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

“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.”