Confession Book Novels & Stories

The confessional was no longer a booth. It was a tomb. Wood groaned like old bones as Joseph leaned back against the wall, his chest slick with sweat and sin, his collar askew, his crucifix dangling low against the hollow of his sternum. I knelt before him, my lips red with more than lipstick, my thighs trembling as though every nerve in my body had been tuned to one blasphemous note. The booth reeked of incense and salt, of lust rubbed raw into the wood. It was no longer a place of confession—it had become an altar, and I, the gospel.

I cautioned, rolling up my blue shirt sleeve and cleaning off the dust cleaving to the end of my trouser. "You would be the one to regret it, and it will bring an end to everything you hold dear to your heart," Briel said, sitting on the bunk bed and swinging his feet as he spoke. "That's for me to decide, don't you think? I have a dinner date to attend right now. We will pick up this conversation right from where we stopped," I stood up and returned the book I took earlier back to its original place. The books are for remorse, confession and reformation for criminals.

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.

“You’re all I need, Aiden.” “But you’re shaking,” He said worriedly. I bit my lower lip. Despite the little flames crawling inside my body, burning me whole, I was shaking. I gripped harder on his shoulders, perhaps blushing as my lips curved into a sheepish smile. “I have a confession to make.” I swallowed hard; my core was wet as I felt his hard manhood. “Confession…” He grinned, lowering his head and hovering his lips on my ear. “Better confess everything, Baby, because I’ll surely punish you today if I find out you misbehave.”

Stan’s expression light up the moment I mention my book. "Wait, you were the writer of ’Live your life?’ That book was a philosophical breakthrough; it was able to speak the truth about the flaws of our society. It was a real eye-opener. I am a big fan," His confession makes me gleam. I didn't even know that he's a reader of my books. "Why, thank you. People always got angry at me because of how ’contradicting’ it was because I am a Christian," I explain.

asked the Counselor with scrutinizing eyes. -"Of course" the Alpha confirmed. -"Then bring it to me" -"Do you want only the clipping that concerns the days that Alexander showed up?" Alpha Richard asked. -"No, I want the whole book" the Counselor said in a serious tone. After a while one of the guards brought the book. The Counselor took it in his hands and started reviewing it. Several minutes passed in absolute silence with the Counselor checking all the given information. -"Richard you must free Alexander as soon as possible" the Counselor ordered.

“Then come. Speak when you’re ready.” We walked through a silent corridor, past paintings of long-forgotten battles and golden ages long turned to ash. We reached a sitting room—dim, quiet, lined with ancient books, and carpeted in deep blue. He sat on the sofa. I remained standing. “So?” he said. “What are you confessing?” I clenched my fists. “Bless me, Pe. For I have sinned.” He raised an eyebrow. “Okay... Why do I feel like this is going to ruin my day?”

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.

“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.”

He caged me in and spoke above my lips. "Confess." He licked the seam of my mouth, his fingers diving between my legs, spreading the wetness around. "My slut is always so wet for daddy, isn't she?" I moaned as he dipped a finger inside my entrance. "Sorry daddy, I haven't sinned, but I do have a confession to make." He was rubbing his pant clad erection against me. A new flood of heat dripped down from between my legs. "I c-can't confess if you d-do that." I let loose a loud moan when he grinded against my clit.