Confessed Novels & Stories

she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. I took a deep breath, the words rushing out of me like a confession. I had to make sure she understood me fully. "I had a confession to make," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's about my return, and I know you won't forgive me, but it's better I say it out." Tia's expression remained calm, but I could sense a hint of curiosity behind her eyes. "I'm working with the rogues," I blurted out, the words feeling like a weight lifted off my shoulders.

I asked, his face was in horror, “You nearly collapsed-” I pushed myself back a little, laughing. “Oh- don’t you worry.” I forced a smile onto my lips. “I must have tripped.” He wasn’t buying it,” I’m just so clumsy, Mr. Dunn.” I swallowed hard, “I’ll just take myself inside.” I began to walk to the house before I turned my head back. “Don’t tell him, please, I just-” I smiled, “Was a little light-headed.” I walked quickly to my house, trying to shudder myself from his stare.

"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

Ruth repeatedly played the recording. Each time, Esmerelda's voice filled the air again. The hospital room was eerily silent, except for the recording playing on repeat. Minutes dragged by until, all of a sudden, Ruth hurled the phone against the wall. She then turned her cold eyes on Esmerelda. "Do you have anything left to say?" Esmerelda frantically shook her head. This time, her tears were real. "Mom, I was wrong. I was joking. I didn't think Clara would take it seriously… I really didn't mean it…"

Then, he furthered his confession by describing how he watched grown men fuck younger boys while pumping his own cock using his hand and soap. That confession just made me sweat a lot and my cock hard against my pants by the time it ended. I quickly walked away from the door before he could spot me, but the entire way home was hell, continuous flashes of imaginary scenarios of me fucking his ass hard till he begs for mercy. Micah was there, holding his rosary, very quietly. When we reached home and entered,the living room, I could not hold it in any longer. ''Micah, just wait," I began. "About your confession... I heard it."

I felt trapped and scared. "Yes," I whispered into the blackness. "I'll confess." "Begin." The command echoed around me. "I... I had sex with Brad this afternoon," I started, my voice trembling. "In my bedroom. My mother caught us and—" I felt my face burn with shame. "That is not a confession, Jenna!" he roared, and the room seemed to shake with his anger. "That is a report! Real confession comes from the heart! It is cinematic! You must describe the sin so I can feel the weight of it! Tell me exactly how you fell into the darkness!" My stomach twisted as his voice grew louder.

Shit shit shit! Hell! No freaking way, no no no, just pick your things and get the fuck outta here, Melanie, how can you make this terrible mistake, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, a video of my legs spread apart fucking… sucking… gods on their freaking bar as well!! Jezzz!!!!!! I just want to die right now. I tried to compose myself to text back, “I’m so sorry, Gabriel, hmm I was supposed to send it to Dan, please, I will delete the video and don’t tell Dan I accidentally sent it to you.”

“Is that what you are now? All serious businessman and daddy’s company?” “I work at his company, yes, but I am still the guy who knocked up a girl at a party because I was too drunk to remember a condom.” He smiled at me on that one and my stomach flipped. I am sure that was the morning sickness. I’ll say that is what is was. “Are you going to also need prep time for that conversation?” “Yes I am. It’s your turn though. Tell me about how you grew up.”

The eleven days that were now counting down. The facts stayed the same. But the shape of the telling would be different. The confession version started with my guilt; I have done something wrong and I am telling you before you find out another way. I am sorry. Here is the damage I caused; This version would treat Adrian as the person I had betrayed. The whole conversation would become about managing how he would take the news, it all came from fear, and months of playing it safe had turned even telling the truth into another calculated move.

As for him, he radiated a coldness that made it clear everyone should keep my distance. The situation felt increasingly dire, turning a complicated explanation into something nearly impossible. I felt a sense of utter despair. When I realized I’d been tricked, I really wanted to flip the table and storm out, especially with Brogan occasionally directing mocking glares my way. I knew he’d misunderstood the situation again. However, even if I left, Leon wouldn’t follow me. Just as I was feeling completely powerless, I noticed the alcohol on the table. Suddenly, I had a plan. Leon was actually a kind person. Even if he accepted my explanation, he’d still be hurt about my secrecy. I decided I mi