Confess Quotes Novels & Stories

My confession. “Did you write this?” Harwin asked. “I did,” I said, voice hoarse, but I held my chin up. “Yes. I wrote it.” “Then you confess to the killing?” “I confessed to the memory of what might have happened! I confessed to the guilt! I never said how. I never even understood how it happened—if it even did!” “So you confess without clarity?” Morten pressed. “You admit to hiding dangerous knowledge from your Alpha and this council?”

I sip from the dark grey mug that said ‘I want my coffee black like my soul’ on it. “Oh, you are definitely a forbidden topic.” He chuckles to himself. “Congratulations by the way. I heard you are engaged.” “Thanks.” He’s grinning to himself now and there is a dimple on both cheeks. Poor beautiful idiot fell in love with a she-devil. I hope the sex is good at least.

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

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

“I see you think a lot. What do you think I haven't thought of yet? So I don't know how to respond. But I certainly won't betray you. Aren't you confident in yourself?" “I have no confidence in myself.” “Then put that trust in me. I will not betray your trust.”

Like releasing the truth has lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying. As we leave the room, my phone buzzes one more time. Unknown number: Interesting performance, Luna. But confessions on camera won’t save you. Tomorrow, everyone learns what you really are. Sleep well. – A Friend

Every ugly thought, shameful moment, and dark impulse laid bare for hundreds to judge. And she was magnificent. “Does the audience accept these confessions as genuine?” the Broker asked again, its voice carrying across the stone tiers. I stood before anyone else could speak. “Yes.” My voice rang out clear and strong. “She told the truth. Every painful, honest word of it.” Kiera’s eyes met mine across the distance. I saw fear there… fear that I’d reject her now, fear that knowing these truths would destroy what we’d rebuilt.

Then all eyes turn to me. “You may speak, my son.” The Father’s voice makes my breath cease. Unlinking my fingers, I fist them at my sides, gathering all the courage I can muster. “I-I’ve killed, stolen, and am guilty of the seven deadly sins. But I don’t want to be free from them, except one… Lust.” The silence is jarring. Nothing moves. What are they thinking? They better not judge me. Confession Tuesdays are highly confidential. It better stay that way.

To whom it may concern: This statement serves as both my confession and my testament. I, Harrison Ford, solemnly and sincerely confess responsibility for the murders of Catherine Thompson and Elisa Velasco. To those mourning them, I offer my deepest apologies. And to anyone who once believed I was a better man than this, I am profoundly sorry for betraying that belief.