Confession Novels & Stories

His throat bobbed as he tried to speak, but no words came out. “I’m sorry for what happened between us,” I continued, my voice wavering despite my efforts to sound brave. “It shouldn’t have happened. But my heart… my heart belongs to someone else. Now that I know he’s alive, I can’t betray him.” The confession spilled out, raw and unfiltered. I clenched my fists tightly, trying to steady myself as the so-called *truth* settled between us. “If this is true,” Dominic said after a moment, his voice a mixture of desperation and heartbreak, “then look me in the eyes and say it.”

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.

Ruth repeatedly played the recording. Each time, Esmerelda's voice filled the air again. The hospital room was eerily silent, except for the recording playing on repeat. Minutes dragged by until, all of a sudden, Ruth hurled the phone against the wall. She then turned her cold eyes on Esmerelda. "Do you have anything left to say?" Esmerelda frantically shook her head. This time, her tears were real. "Mom, I was wrong. I was joking. I didn't think Clara would take it seriously… I really didn't mean it…"

Not impatiently, but with the measured assurance of a surgeon asking where it hurt. The question was the pinprick that burst the dam. The words, bottled so long, brimming with guilt and fear and nightmare thrill, burst out. They were not loud. They were a whisper, torn from the darkest, most fragmented part of him, a confession whispered into the holy quiet of their common ground. "I don't know who I am anymore."

I felt trapped and scared. "Yes," I whispered into the blackness. "I'll confess." "Begin." The command echoed around me. "I... I had sex with Brad this afternoon," I started, my voice trembling. "In my bedroom. My mother caught us and—" I felt my face burn with shame. "That is not a confession, Jenna!" he roared, and the room seemed to shake with his anger. "That is a report! Real confession comes from the heart! It is cinematic! You must describe the sin so I can feel the weight of it! Tell me exactly how you fell into the darkness!" My stomach twisted as his voice grew louder.

And then I hear it — the unmistakable sound of a zipper. He’s touching himself. On the other side of the confession screen, a priest is touching himself while I finger my pussy. “Are you hard, Father?” I ask, my breath shaking, my fingers working my clit faster. “Are you stroking your cock in your own confession booth right now because of me?” A sound comes through the screen that’s half prayer and half profanity. “God forgive me,” he chokes, and I can hear the wet rhythm of his hand on himself, fast and desperate. “This is — I can’t —”

That thin man could squirm his way out of any situation and knew the few charges on his record were merely a fraction of his actual deeds. “He won’t speak.” Terra declared firmly, sounding more convinced that she felt. “I don’t know, what if he does? Then we’re both done. I can’t go to jail, I haven’t even graduated!” Carmichael yelled on the phone, sounding hysterical. Terra could practically see him pacing at the other end of the line. Terra knew he would. Their relationship could be described with many words, but loyal was not one of them. If the right deal came along, he would spill everything in a heartbeat. Then where did that leave Noah? No, she couldn’t let her father hurt Noah.

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

Words sprang out of it to the air, framing a sentence. Send someone to Barrmount Hills. Find out what has gone wrong. “Good job, Micah.” He folded the parchment and gave it back to him. “Keep this safe and give it back to your friend when she’s back.” “Okay.” Micah didn’t smile. “Am I betraying her? She’s my only friend.” His sadness washed over him. Daryn crouched in front of the boy. “No, Micah. Serving your king isn’t betrayal. You’re a soldier.”

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 ?!"