Confession Book Novels & Stories

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!”

He dragged his chair a few feet away from me then sat down. I stared at him in confusion. “What is that?” “This?” He echoed, holding the bag up. “Very important material…” My frown deepened. What exactly was this all about? He pulled something out of the bag. A book rather. My eyes widened as soon as they landed on the covers. “Volume one,” he said, placing the book on his lap. “Volume two.” I could practically feel angels crowning me with shame. “Volume three.” Alchemy of shame.

I stopped midway of scooping some rice from the cooker, and stared at Liliana, "Perhaps until her pursuers disappear, at least not for long… honestly I've been planning to let her join me on my next quest, she at least needs to learn a lot of things regarding the system…" "Ah about that, perhaps.. it was better—" "Ah, Azriel… where is the fourth volume of this book!" Liliana suddenly interrupted as she flashed the light novel she was reading earlier…. I looked closely at the cover and realized that she went for the wrong book, "That book… they stopped serializing that since the first rupture started, so there is no fourth book or whatsoever," I replied. I could feel her tears about to flow,

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.”

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

My notebook lies open on the bed, pages scattered with scrawls that don’t look like journalism anymore. I stare at them, ink smudged by my own fingertips, and realize with a slow rush of shame—and something darker—that I’ve stopped writing articles. I’ve started writing confessions. Entry 1 “Pain is not pain when it’s chosen. It becomes something else. A doorway. A release.” That was Jennifer’s voice echoing in my head tonight. I had scribbled it down after watching her work with Leo, but the words feel like mine now.

But the truth I had written into every page, it pulsed louder every day, begging to be set free. That night, after the kids were asleep, I printed the manuscript. Holding the stack of pages in my hands felt heavier than I imagined. My fingers traced the title across the front page,The One I Let Go. It was more than a story. It was my confession.

The next morning, department head Luther Kovac called Thea and me out by name. He accused us of stealing Rachel's work and announced we'd be formally disciplined. Rachel watched us with a satisfied smile. Thea gripped my hand hard. The more ridiculous Luther's accusations got, the tighter she held on. Finally, she stood. "But Micah and I made that proposal together. Rachel stole our work." Rachel's voice went cold. "Where's your proof?" Thea's shoulders dropped. She was right. We didn't have proof. Luther got bolder after that, his words sharper by the second.

Our eyes didn’t meet, but the air crackled. I entered the confessional. Dropped to my knees. Cock already leaking, the wet spot spreading darkly across the front of my boxers, the musky scent of my own arousal rising in the cramped, wood-scented space. The screen slid open with a soft wooden rasp. “You’ve come to be relieved of your burden?” Her voice;low, trembling, warm breath ghosting through the lattice like incense. “I don’t know. My thoughts are conflicted.” “What burdens you?”

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