Confession Duet Novels & Stories

He is my confidant, my lover and the only person on this planet I actually trust. Or Mr Riley, my soul mate. A man I have only met once. I hardly know him or anything about him. Not even his first name. Talk about conflict? As I lay there that night in bed, I couldn't help but think about Mr Riley, my mate. I was so confused. How could I even choose between him and Dean without knowing him or who he is. Just at that moment, my bedroom window squeaked open, causing me to scream in panic. What the hell?

Now she was here, about to confess her sins to the man who starred in every single one of them. Lucia slipped into the confessional booth and knelt, her heart hammering against her ribs. Through the screen, she could see his silhouette. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," she whispered. "It's been three weeks since my last confession." "I'm listening." His voice was deep, rough, nothing like the gentle priests she'd confessed to before. Father Dominic's voice held an edge.....controlled violence just beneath the surface. "I've had... impure thoughts."

He was hoping to trip me up but that is not going happen. "It is a deal. Our duet song is an island in the stream and your song is don't go breaking my heart." "Now that is just plain mean. Cant, you pick another song?" "Nope." Patrick starts looking through the folder and he smiles up at me. He jumps up and went over to the man that works with the karaoke machine. He comes back and sits down. "So what's my song?" I ask him. "Nope not telling you. Although I can tell you that we are up next. Then it's me and your song is third."

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

"Whatever song you pick, let's nail it, baby." "Yes, sir!" she nodded and walk to the screen with enthusiasm. The song that she picks is the duet song of Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake, true colors. Take a guitar behind the stage, Joe started to play it. He's good with musical instruments. He sits on the high stool while Akiko does the slow dance. When they started, the audience silence and watch their show as they absorb into their own world. "So don't be afraid to let them show~ Your true colors~

The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, the gravity of his past actions casting a shadow over their present interaction. Audrey inhales deeply, her composure a fragile shield against the flood of emotions threatening to engulf her. Paul's confession hangs between them, his admission of shame and a loss of control laying bare the depths of his remorse. "Audrey, I am ashamed. I was out of control," he confesses, his voice laced with vulnerability as he lays bare his inner turmoil.

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.” I turned around in the living room, trying to kill myself for the shame that had surrounded me, my heart was racing faster, and I bit my nails harder, pulling my hair as I waited for his response. “ You don’t have to bother deleting it, you look damn hot and sexy, you should wear, black lingeries more often.” He send back

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.

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.