Confessed Novelas e Histórias

Silence settled—not awkward, not tense. Honest. “I wasn’t sure if I should say this,” he continued. “I’ve practiced it a dozen times. Every version sounded wrong.” I felt my pulse quicken. “You don’t have to—” “I do,” he interrupted gently. “I’ve waited long enough.” My fingers curled around the edge of the table. This was it. Not the beginning. The reckoning. “I used to think confessions were selfish,” Darius said. “That telling someone how you feel only shifts the burden onto them.”

This thought was like a lifeline, barely holding his collapsing mind together. Like a madman, he rushed into one delivery room after another, searching for me, completely losing his usual composure and pride. Nurses and security guards quickly caught up and tried to stop him. “Sir! You can’t disturb the patients like this! Please leave!” “Get out of my way!” Tony had completely lost control. He shoved the guards aside and shouted hoarsely, “Astrid, I was wrong! I know you’re here! I made a mistake, and I’m here to take you and the baby home!”

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 brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

Opened Mira's conversation. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. The cursor blinked, waiting. I need to tell you something. I typed the words. Stared at them. My pulse hammered. I know I have no right to ask. But I need to hear your voice. I deleted it. Typed again. The baby isn't mine. Camille confessed tonight. I was right. I stared at the screen. The confession felt hollow. Cheap. Like I was trying to buy her sympathy with my pain. I started a third message.

“I-It’s alright.” I become jelly each time I hear that name. What an audacious thing I did back there that day, to have so foolishly upped and confessed such absurdity to that obnoxious Vampire. How badly I wish to turn back the hands of time to that dreadful moment and seal my lips shut and instead play along with his whims. I made such a shameful mistake I can’t erase. But…I fist a hand to my chest and I gulp slowly with my face crumpling. Those words I confessed, do I mean them? Towards Andreas, do I like him?

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.

👄Gurls👄 Maryam: you guys won't just believe what happened to me 😩 Zainab: we are all ears 👂 Maryam: I accused Abba for trying to kill me. Our parents think the best decision is for us to just separate Fateema: oh Allah na. You're in a mess Allah. Halima: but I think that's just the best option. You can't have someone who ruined your future as a life partner Aisha: You know guys I know something very big but I don't think am in the right place to say Jamila: spill jhor Aisha: okay. I have this friend that knows about Abba's outside marital status. He drinks a lot and has impregnated a girl then forced her to abort it. And am 99% sure that it's true

", I can feel myself asking my inner mind. "I'm sorry I never told you. I planned on revealing everything today. I hope you won't leave me because of my identity. I. I need your help, as I keep having a guilty conscience every day. I have hurt some people, and I feel you are the only person I could trust, especially since I have begun to have a liking for you", Phil confessed, a tear slipping off his face as he quickly cleaned it with a handkerchief.

I gulped nervously and pulled my cami down, which always managed to roll up and put my not so slim waist on full display. "You are standing two inches from me and still manage to get lost in your dream world! Wow!" Vic whistled in my face. "I was doing no such thing." I said as I went past him, glad to have some space between us. "Oh really!" Yes, really! I turned around only to notice that his eyebrow had now disappeared behind those soft curls... Don't look at those curls, goddammit! And when I feel mushy, embarrassed or nervous, I resort to the only tools in my defence, - aggression and nonchalance.