Confess A Novels & Stories

He looked at me with quiet discomfort. “This is something Modric should tell you.” I almost laughed. “Modric does not tell me anything.” “He nearly did in the vehicle.” “And stopped.” “He may have been trying to find the right way.” “There is no right way to confess betrayal after hiding it for months.” Kylian flinched. Not visibly enough for most people to notice. I noticed. My chest tightened. “You know there is something to confess.” “I did not say that.” “You did not need to.” I stood and walked toward the window.

“You can start whenever you’re ready.” I swallowed hard. “It’s not… it’s not an ordinary confession.” He tilted his head slightly. “Go on.” I looked down at my hands, then back up at him. Every question I’d written earlier rushed through my mind, but the words came out softer, more real than I expected. “I think I’ve done something I can’t undo,” I said. “And I can’t stop thinking about it.” His brow furrowed. “What is it you’ve done?”

It sounded like he could read right through me, like he already knew the answer. “I just needed to talk,” I muttered. “And you did. But confession isn’t just about talking. It’s about facing the truth, even the parts we lie about to ourselves.” I lowered my gaze, jaw tight. There was silence between us for a few seconds. Then I sighed, shaking my head slightly. “Fine.” His eyebrows rose a little, surprised. “I said fine,” I repeated. “Let’s do the whole thing. The real confession.” Thorne didn’t gloat. Didn’t look smug. He just nodded, like a man who knew the road would be long, but necessary.

I said. “It would be better if you do it and get arrested quietly than it goes viral, dragging your father and the family hospital in and every patient and donor knows what you did.” Amara looked down at her lap. She went quiet again, she clenched her jaw, and then looked up and said. “I will confess as you have asked.” I gave her a moment, then called the station. “She’s ready to confess,” I told them. “And I have evidence in hand.” They arrived twenty minutes later to take her away. She stood up when they asked her to come with them and didn’t argue.

the boy said. "Not my problem. She chose to confess in public. If she did not want to be embarrassed then she should have kept her feelings to herself" Kael replied. Xanthe laughed. "My brother has a point. If you are going to confess to someone you better be prepared for rejection. That is just common sense."

“The truth has to come out. All of it. Tonight.” His eyes widened in shock. “Tonight?” “Yes, tonight,” she affirmed, her voice trembling with a fury she hadn’t known she possessed. “You will formally confess everything. Every detail. So there can never again be any doubt about what truly happened. You owe us that much, at least.” Victor stepped forward then, his hand gently touching her arm, a silent anchor in her storm. He looked at Daniel, his gaze unwavering. “She’s right,” he said, his voice flat but firm. “It’s time. We’ll document it. Every word.”

Daniel’s face twisted. “You are Jonah.” Micah shut his eyes. Then opened them. “I may carry enough of him that you will always see that.” “But I don't want to lie and say I know I'm the same.” Daniel stared for a long time. Then: “What are you willing to do?” Micah answered: “Testify.” “Release memories.” “Return origin assets.” “Help identify anyone else involved.” “Submit to risk review.” “Not because I confess murder.” Daniel’s jaw tightened.

Although I was hidden, I knew he would recognise my voice straight away. "Bless me, Father," I whispered nervously, "It has been eight months since my last confession." He spoke from the bible and made the sign of the cross before continuing. "What would you like to confess, my child?" He asked. Oh god, please forgive me. "I have been indulgent in... lust." I admitted. I was expecting a gasp or some judgement, but honestly, I had no idea what other people spoke of in these confessions. "Do not be afraid," Father Daniels spoke. "This is a safe place. It is just you, me and God."

I said nothing. "The favor," she said, "is a confession." "I already told you I won't—" "Not to the council," she said. "Not publicly. Not in writing. Spoken aloud, in this room, to a witness I will bring. You will say what you did and how you did it and why. The full account. Nothing withheld." "And if I do that," I said, "the pathway stops." "If you do that," she said, "the return slows. Whether it stops depends on other things."

“If my Luna is choosing to forgive you, Aric, then I will too. I better not ever hear of something like this again, though. Is there any other confessions you want to tell me?” “That’s it, I swear, Alpha.” I nodded once. “Alright then, I will let you know what I find out about coverage then.”