Confess A Novels & Stories

I am still working out what I believe. The sheer honesty of the admission hung in the air. There was no performed conversion here, no strategic pivot from a man who realized his old position was no longer tenable. Just the unvarnished truth of a process. A public confession that his legendary certainty had finally cracked. He has a name. I know his name. She knew exactly what it cost a man like Cornelius Voss to say those words to the woman he had once dismissed as Ms. Parks on heavy, cream-colored letterhead.

The mark of my betrayal. Gasps ripple through the air. Gerald’s is the loudest. “I need your confession,” he says, voice steady but trembling with the effort to stay calm. “Now.” And I break. Words spill from me like molten iron, searing everything they touch. I confess. Every lie, every act, every secret. The crowd’s whispers slice like knives, their gasps spreading like wildfire, feeding on my shame. But I keep speaking. I need to. It’s the only way I can beg for judgment; death or forgiveness.

“F-father… what if it isn’t the Lord I’ve come to ask forgiveness from, but you? And what if… what if my heart isn’t completely pure? Would you still forgive me if I confess everything?” My face was flushed pink as I bit my bottom lip, the pressure of squeezing my thighs sending jolts of electricity down my spine. Oh fuck, I was about to confess… yet my pussy was so needy, so desperate—it was overwhelming. Enzo didn’t respond immediately. The booth fell into a tense silence for a beat longer before his voice finally cut through, gruff and commanding. “Confess, and everything depends on your actions afterwards.”

That thin man could squirm his way out of any situation and knew the few charges on his record were merely a fraction of his actual deeds. “He won’t speak.” Terra declared firmly, sounding more convinced that she felt. “I don’t know, what if he does? Then we’re both done. I can’t go to jail, I haven’t even graduated!” Carmichael yelled on the phone, sounding hysterical. Terra could practically see him pacing at the other end of the line. Terra knew he would. Their relationship could be described with many words, but loyal was not one of them. If the right deal came along, he would spill everything in a heartbeat. Then where did that leave Noah? No, she couldn’t let her father hurt Noah.

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.

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

The fact someone like Danielle and her question what she meant to me left me with my own rising upset. “Tell me I'm not better off with Andrew then! Maybe I should go after him and back to my father because at least I'll know what to expect with them..All so you can be free to fuck who you want.” This comment and the imagery it caused snapped my final resolve. With her upper arm in my grasp, I confessed my most private secret to her aloud in a verbal current impossible to stop. “I’ve never fucked anyone, let alone Danielle because my desperate ass has always been waiting for you!” My words stunned her.

I probed further, seeking understanding with every word uttered. Gathering my thoughts and summoning courage, I composed myself before continuing with a sense of resolution in my tone. "You want to know what's really happening in my life, right?" I posed the question, allowing a moment of vulnerability to seep through my facade. "Okay, let me be clear," I asserted, mustering the strength to reveal a revelation that had been weighing on my conscience. "It was a contract marriage," I disclosed, the words carrying a profound impact as they escaped my lips. The weight of the confession lifted gradually as I assured the listener that there was no cause for concern since the contractual tie had re

I took a deep breath and said, “I have something to confess to you.” “Confess?” Xavier seemed to be surprised by the word I used for my speech. He chuckled amusedly and fondled my hair, “there’s nothing you need to confess, Valerie. Just tell me. Like I said yesterday, I’d do anything for you. Even rebelling the Red Moon.” The sincerity and firmness behind those eyes granted me the courage to move further. “Thank you, Xavier.” I forced a smile to him and continued, “I said ‘confess’ because I had checked the photo fragments sticking on that blackboard in your room without your permission …”