Confession Manga Novels & Stories

“I thought I was building this for their new product line. Why is Mr. Saga talking about 'illegal transportation'?” “Quiet, Marquez!” Laxus’s voice was calm, but it rumbled like distant thunder. His hand tightened on my waist, a clear command to shut up. “We’re done here.” “No, we are not! You lied to me! You used me!” I couldn't stop the scream from ripping out of my throat. Tears of pure betrayal began to sting my eyes. Linti kaw, Laxus! I actually had a crush on you, and you turned me into a criminal!

so much pressure . My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I couldn't breathe. So, I came to the realization: No matter how old you are, no matter what the crime is, confessions are the hardest thing to do. I took a deep breath and walked out with him. "I'm sorry but I'm not pregnant" There were gasps and screams of "What ?!"

"I'm back, Yuji." He muttered and laid down on me. Literally. He rested his head against my chest, and it made me feel nervous that he might actually hear my heartbeat… beating too fast. "T-Toma." "Hmm?" He suddenly got his face close to mine and started to talk. "You know what, Yuji? I want to confess something." It was uncomfortable… And yet, I didn't mind him leaning on me. "…I was really upset back then. Cami broke up with me just because she had to transfer to abroad." He began to talk and further lean closer on my neck that I can feel his long eyelashes on my skin.

his hoarse voice cracked. I did not speak again. I heard him sigh very loud and deep before pulling himself up. He struggled to stand up, as if he was very weak. My lips parted, but I stopped myself from talking. Slowly, he went behind me, and pushed my wheelchair towards the elevator. The cold and harsh wind kissed my face as soon as we got in the rooftop. He looked at me, so weak and lifeless. I lifted my chin. “Tell me everything.” I saw how he swallowed hard. Is he having a hard time confessing about his lies, or he's hesitating because he doesn't want to let me go? I will choose the latter, but I don't wanna get my hopes so high again.

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,

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

Miyamura can’t explain how Sorahiko went from being the trembling, overstimulated virgin to becoming a confident, and very much still naked flaw-finder. But he still finds it hot. At this point, Sorahiko could breathe through one nostril and he’d end up struggling with the most painful hard-on. “I’ve already given you my consent, Miyamura”. His shoulders straighten as he speaks with steady certainty. “So, you don’t have to worry about any other thing…”. “If I truly get scared, or it ends up being too much for me, then I trust you to do the right thing…so trust yourself too”.

The more tipped she gets the more loose her hips and I really think I’ve come up with a dozen new ways to break every bone in someone’s body. “Damn, that shite’s annoying.” Sokin growls, rubbing his ear, retreating to the opposing corner the Akuma are playing in. He brought his own bottle of spirits, and obviously listens but doesn’t fall into the debate of M.V.s that don’t exist in our world. I know I’m just being a rod because shite in Manga is no more real than ‘cars’ or motor vehicles any more than guns or football. At least there’s an actual story with interesting and well-thought-out plot twists. The shite that they go on about is brainless.

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

She collided with one of the maid at the hallway. “Oh my God; I’m so sorry.” She apologized sincerely as she helped the maid to her feet. “Its fine malady, I think I’ll be fine,” Mercy replied as she thrust and straighten her wrinkled apron. “Malady is ya okay?” Roslyn blushed with embarrassment, “y-yes I’m okay.” She turned around and flees to her room, leaving the maid more confused. Mercy shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly, and continues her journey, ignoring the slight pain on her ankle.