Confession Duet Novels & Stories

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."

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.

I lifted my hands for Dua. "Allah I am a person full of sins. I don't know what is happening with me. From the time my love came into my life I felt myself changing. Changing for good. I want to be the old Haris. Ya Allah forgive me. I know my sins are unforgivable but you are merciful. Yea Allah please never separate me from her. She is my life and she is the only one because of who I am changing. I want to be her ideal life partner. Yea Allah forgive me. I will try my best to be regular in prayer. Ya Allah guide me towards the honesty, candor and faith . Ameen sun Ameen"

Violette looked shaken, but she nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the crash as she whispered, "Selena… I think that was Kane. I think he drove into her on purpose." Sure enough, thick smoke was rising from the wrecked cars—and Kane was crawling out of one of them. On the way to the hospital, Kane kept asking to see me. "Selena… I am so sorry. I was wrong. I failed you. I failed our child. It was all my fault. I was blind. If I wake up tomorrow, can we try again? Please?" I looked at him, smiled coldly, and gently pulled my hand away. "No. We're done. You'll never get another chance. Now, it's your turn to feel everything I went through."

His voice dropped. “If he buried the truth once…” A pause. “…then I’ll expose what he’s hiding now.” The Question That night— I found him alone. Standing in the dark. “…Dominic.” He turned. I stepped closer. “…Why did you confess?” Silence. He didn’t answer. “…If you didn’t do it…” My voice trembled slightly— But I didn’t back down. “…then why take the blame?” His gaze softened. Just slightly.

Seeing the woman you've been dreaming of was being tortured by other people is so freaking painful. After I found out that Dylan isn't treating her right, I tried to steal her, but the fact that I was the one who caused her brother's accident scared me. I turned into a coward again. I let her suffer. I watched her cry, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I made my feelings clear to her. "Are you sure about your plans, Jacob? They're married. It won't be easy to take Samantha away." I nodded at Theo, determined to do what I wanted. I should've told her about my feelings a long time ago. This confession has been long overdue, so I gathered all my strength and swallowed my fear. I confessed to h

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

"But the truth is I cannot live without you, Delilah. Today, any truth or lie has no meaning except one thing—that I love you very much, Delilah. I don't have any identity without you. You are my identity. I love you, Delilah. I love you." Delilah felt a mix of emotions bubbling within her as she listened to his heartfelt confession. The moment hung between them as they kept looking into each other's eyes, silently speaking volumes with their hearts. The confession marked the end of misunderstandings, bringing everything back to the right place. The silence was perfect, filled with the realisation of how beautiful their moments would be from now on. [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book!