Confession Kdrama Novels & Stories

The words feel like a lifeline, a chance to reclaim my soul. Unknown POV As I listened to the confessor's words, a faint sense of familiarity echoed in my mind. I've heard that voice before, but where? I couldn't quite place it. Curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself wondering who this troubled soul was.But as the confession continued, my curiosity turned to shock. This was Priest Reign, the golden boy of our clergy. The one who had always seemed so righteous, so untouchable. And now, he was confessing to a forbidden love affair?A surge of jealousy coursed through me. Priest Reign had always been the favored one, the one who got everything he wanted. He became the principal of St

Yuhwan's voice leaked out a tone lower than usual, tickling the ear area, but Haneul Jang felt his body harden under that tenacious gaze. He himself only knew he died from an accident in the past life. Since he was one who never faced Do-wan Yoo properly, Gibeom Jo's confession came crashing down, becoming a huge wave of doubts. Haneul Jang's mind became distant at the bomb-like words Gibeom Jo threw. Even merely hearing it, his hair stood on end, making it unendurable. Feeling embarrassed that he brought too much fear, Gibeom Jo awkwardly turned on the television and picked up a chicken piece again.

This was dangerous. My lips parted. "Yes, Father." “Tell me your sins.” My pulse thudded in my throat. My confession wasn’t for God. It was for him. Whoever he was behind that screen. "I've had impure thoughts." A long pause. “Continue.” “About submission. Hands pinning me down. Being taken without mercy.” Another silence. Then, a shift. Wood creaked. My skin prickled. "And do you seek forgiveness?" “No.” Silence again.

“Then you’re playing your role perfectly.” “What role?!” He turns his screen toward me. There it is — in big, bold letters. Episode Fourteen — “The Confession Arc.” I stare at it. Then him. “No,” I whisper. “No no no no—” He smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Tomorrow, 9 a.m. sharp. Wear something dramatic.” “Why dramatic?!” “Because, Miss Park…” he says, voice low, teasing, fatal “…every great K-drama needs a confession in the rain.”

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro

My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.

He pulled out just enough to growl down at me, his voice thick with lust, “Say it, you filthy fucking whore. Tell me how much you love being destroyed like the cheap slut you really are.” “Yes… yes… I love being your dirty fucking slut,” I gasped desperately, coughing up thick spit. “I love being used… having all my holes ruined… your cocks owning every single part of me like I’m nothing but a worthless cum-dump…” My confession was cut off instantly when my eyes widened in pure terror. David was standing right beside Jamal, with his arms crossed, watching me get brutally used with cold, hungry, possessive eyes. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Pure panic exploded through me. I tri

Then all eyes turn to me. “You may speak, my son.” The Father’s voice makes my breath cease. Unlinking my fingers, I fist them at my sides, gathering all the courage I can muster. “I-I’ve killed, stolen, and am guilty of the seven deadly sins. But I don’t want to be free from them, except one… Lust.” The silence is jarring. Nothing moves. What are they thinking? They better not judge me. Confession Tuesdays are highly confidential. It better stay that way.

“You just confessed everything, on record, and I’m done. Touch my family again and you won’t just lose the project, you’ll lose everything.” I turned and walked out, legs shaking. The recorder in my bag felt like a lifeline, his confession was there...raw, unfiltered, deranged. Outside on the street, I leaned against the building, sucking in deep breaths. Tears burned my eyes. I felt violated, exposed. The intensity of his obsession was worse than I’d imagined. Not mild feelings, not a simple crush. Something dark and possessive that had been growing in the shadows for months. I called Damon with trembling fingers. “I have it, his confession. All of it. He’s completely unhinged.”

“P-Please…” I balled my fists and swallowed hard. I bore my eyes to him, lazily meeting his pleading orbs. “You have to confess everything to me, so I can finally forget my feelings.” Pain crossed his eyes. I saw how tears formed at the corner of that beautiful ocean eyes full of misery and regrets. I looked away, I can't even withstand his stares. “Tell me everything, so I can move on.” “I don't want you to move on…” his hoarse voice cracked.