Confess Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

"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?"

Afterwards, we sat on the floor against the altar steps, her head on my shoulder. “I found something today,” she whispered. “In a forgotten ledger while copying texts. A note in Perpetua’s handwriting. It mentioned ‘the archive of true confessions’ and a name — Hale." The bishop’s surname. Before I could respond, a new sound cut through the rain. I heard multiple footsteps in the corridor outside. We scrambled up, adjusting our clothing. I blew out the candle. We hid behind a collapsed pew as the chapel door opened. Flashlight beams swept the room. Sister Agnes’s voice drifted through the dark. “Search

I will remember this day forever! ...closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers! ... And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn. His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. Was the cake so good? Damn it! Why couldn't he look at me when I was looking at him so desperately, ready to confess my love that I had buried for three long years!

Her confession today was different; not the usual petty transgressions of thought, but something deeper, more unsettling. "I… I have been having… impure thoughts, Father," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Thoughts that shame me. Thoughts of… flesh. Of touch. Of wanting…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet visible even in the dim light. Father Michael clenched his fists, the cheap fabric of his cassock rough against his skin.

But everyone didn't agree with him. "Don't let everyone know about this. They know that it was just Red who knew this. But Red told us about this." Amari said. "No, I won't. I'm just saying that---" "Stop thinking what you're thinking right now." "Okay, fine. I won't tell my mom and never ask her help." Leonard said, finally giving up on telling her mom about this case. "Let's go to her room, shall we?" Loony asked. "Let's go."

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 spoke at last, and upon some thoughts, I added, "Wearing a wedding dress." His voice caught, along with his anger, as if he suddenly remembered the promise he once made to me. As long as I confessed to him here 142 times in a wedding dress, he would appear on the 143rd time and accept my confession. Yet, he was currently at the largest Wondergrove Theme Park in the country, bathed in a sky full of dazzling fireworks. Just moments ago, he was still holding his new girlfriend, Bianca Alvarez, in a deep kiss.

I ask him and he seems to stutter a moment, thinking of what lie he is going to spin. “My other investors are silent. They trust me to run things. Besides, everyone knows you give the pretty girls drinks to get the big spenders into a club.” “I didn’t know that.” I sip my drink through the itty bitty straw and slide a little bit away from him. He slides closer and his smell wafts over with the movement. An evil combination of cologne, marijuana, and desperation. I stuck the lime wedge in my mouth and sucked to fight the wave of nausea.