Confess Novel Novels & Stories

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

I pressed. He stepped closer. "Nobody is perfect. Lila was just physical. You're the one I love. I'd choose you every time." Nausea hit me like a wave. I couldn't believe he could brush off cheating so lightly. He used to say mental or physical infidelity was betrayal. Now it was just scratching an itch. He had no sense of shame. That man who put me above his life was no more. "You saved my life, so I'll forgive what you did," I said.

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

"But our employer wants something first. A confession. Public. Detailed. The story of how you murdered Lord Vespine, how you poisoned the wells, how you planned to sacrifice the Academy to the Blood Moon." I laughed. The sound surprised them, I saw it in the hitch of their blades, the shift of their weight. It was not the laugh of defeat. It was the laugh of a reader who had reached the plot twist before the characters. "I did not come here to confess," I said.

Fiona went to prison after her postpartum recovery. She was convicted of theft and defamation, with the sentences adding up to three years. She at least got some peace. Don didn’t fare as well. The town was small, but most of the residents were online. Word spread fast that his wife slept around, got pregnant with another man’s child, and contracted HIV. After the press conference, Don got tested and found out he was clean. But who would believe him? Even his family didn’t believe him and disowned him. Neighbors avoided him like the plague.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

"The first option is death. Quick and relatively painless. I put a bullet in your head and dump your body somewhere it will never be found. Your family will spend years wondering what happened to you. The police will investigate but they'll never find anything. You'll just be another missing person. Another unsolved case." Daniel's jaw clenched but he said nothing. "The second option," I continued, "is confession. You sit in that chair and you tell the truth about everything you've done. Every manipulation. Every betrayal. Every person you hurt or killed to build your empire. And I record all of it. Every word. Every admission of guilt. Then I release it to the press and let the world see ex

he replied, then the young gentleman left, for the rest of the days, more priests returned while refusing to take his confessions, they all swore not to return inside the confessional booth until the last one of them. One day as I walked around the church premises, I heard the nuns whisper. “ That’s him, Dante Moritto,” they pointed towards a young Adonis, his demeaning aura, cold that you could feel it just from miles away. I stood at the corner and watched him sit there while waited for the priest to come so that he would confess, yet all in vain.

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.