Confess Novel Novels & Stories

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.”

> Sometimes, what they call a scandal is just two people refusing to stay silent. My pulse steadied as I typed, line after line—no edits, no filters, just honesty bleeding through every word. It wasn’t a statement. It wasn’t an article. It was a confession. And as I hit save, renaming the file The Hidden Draft, I knew one thing for certain— once this saw daylight, nothing would ever be the same again.

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

I turned away and tugged my cami down on the pretext of scratching my waist. "Mo" I heard his voice right behind me and I felt my cheeks turning warm. I turned slowly, making sure my face looked nonchalant. ****** A/N Hi Readers My story is about teenage love and classic tale of opposites attract. Misha is a shy, down to earth girl, who is hopelessly in love with her childhood bestie and neighbour Victor, but has no courage to express her love. Victor is too arrogant and teases Misha to no end, and seems oblivious to her feelings. Him being such a hottie and popular among girls makes Misha even more insecure.

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

“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.”

The two hated me for including them in the information that I gave out during the first questioning and it suddenly made me feel guilty too. But I was just being honest. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to read. Please visit my profile where you can see my works. Thank you so much!)

"Son! You are a victim, not a sinner!" "Still, I killed someone. And I can't get over it, yet" "What?!" "Is it that bad?" "God have mercy! Yes! It is huge!" "He was a bad man" "Is he the one who did it?" "Did what?" "The unfortunate dead" "Rape me? No, but he is one of them. I had to kill him so I could run away." The priest took a deep breath. He came across so many crazy confessions. However, this one deserves the trophy for the most disturbing confession ever!

she said. I hesitated. “We?” The word was a promise that tasted of iron and salt. I smiled. “We.” And for the first time in months, my chest didn’t ache with memory or maps of betrayal. Instead, I felt its opposite: that blazing potential of partnership. I moved forward, unzipped my jacket. Cassian tensed only half-protective. He knew me too well. Knew even danger had changed me. Inside was a folder. Top sheet: “CONFESSION: ARIA QUINN & CASSIAN VALE”. The camera inside captured every moment. A confession. Not a comeback but a reckoning.

CHAPTER 12 – A GLIMPSE OF THE TRUTH Althea’s POV I used to believe truths revealed themselves gently like petals opening in warm light, soft and harmless. But this truth didn’t arrive gently. It arrived like a crack in glass: small, sharp, almost invisible at first… and then growing, spreading, threatening to shatter everything beneath my feet. After the “confession game,” my heart still hadn’t stopped pounding. I lied. Not about a meaningless detail, but about the one thing everyone in that room would never guess