Confession Novels & Stories

A groan muffled into his fist, maybe, but it was enough to make me tremble. “You’re learning,” he said after a pause, voice roughened. “Confession isn’t about forgiveness. It’s about truth.” I bit my lip until I tasted iron. “Then what truth do you want?” “All of it. Every filthy piece. And when you run out of words—” The hush of his shift pressed closer to the lattice, heat radiating through it. “—I’ll make you confess with your body again.” The hunger in his promise left me weak, trembling on the edge of a prayer and a moan.

“Sorry, Father Pow . . . I mean Kit, I’ve never been on first name terms with a vicar before. I keep forgetting.” “I’ll wager you’ve not been on any kind of terms with a vicar before, eh, lad?” “No,” said Jim, and they both chuckled. “I didn’t realise I looked down, I’ve just been brooding a bit I guess.” “You’re being pursued by demons of your own making, lad, that’s what it is. You need to unburden yourself, you’ll feel a lot better for it.” “Wait, are you telling me confession is good for the soul? Isn’t that what the other lot say?”

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.

SARAH Confess. To openly admit something or declare something that you’ve been hiding, keeping secret, or feeling guilty about. Turns out what the rest of the world knows—and that includes their psychotic foster father who has been out of touch with the world, their world, for almost twenty fucking years—that I don’t, exists. It is not just a concept I made up in my head. It is not an abstract. It is a thing. It is their history, their truth.

"Tell us you still want us." I close my eyes. A second. Two. Then I give in. In a breath, a broken confession. "No." And everything tips over.

Astrid’s POV To an extent, I always thought confession felt more like relief, you know just finally and fully breathing after a long long time. I thought a confession was nothing sort of a door opening, like freedom, I think what I’m trying to say it, when I did this I thought it would feel like exposing my injury to air after years of complete rot.

As I entered my building and into the elevator to go to the top floor, I let out a sigh. "Are you alone now?" Malena asked. "Give me two more minutes," I negotiated. Once the elevator got to my floor, I quickly booked it to my apartment and once I was in the confines of my place, I flicked my wrist and the candles that were around every inch of my apartment, sparked a flame. Instant privacy. "The Johnson pack figured out I'm the rogue," I say. "Wha... are you sure?" Malena asked unbelievingly. "Would I have called you to talk about your cat if it wasn't the case?"

“I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good excuse but I thought you were trying to ruin my life.” Complete shock and I’m left speechless. Slowly sliding myself higher on the bed towards the headboard I sat up rubbing my eyes jus

My confession. “Did you write this?” Harwin asked. “I did,” I said, voice hoarse, but I held my chin up. “Yes. I wrote it.” “Then you confess to the killing?” “I confessed to the memory of what might have happened! I confessed to the guilt! I never said how. I never even understood how it happened—if it even did!” “So you confess without clarity?” Morten pressed. “You admit to hiding dangerous knowledge from your Alpha and this council?”

“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.”