Novel & Cerita Confession

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

When he is gone, I sit back down and open another ledger—the one that contains my own confessions, which I've written in secret for decades. I dip my pen and begin a new entry. "Tonight I told theson the truth. May God forgive me for what comes next." The bell tolls once above me, low and mournful. It always tolls for someone.

“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.

“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?”

the priest replied. The man, Conrad, sighed. His lips were heavy, laden with the imminent confession of a sin that he was ashamed of, a sin that he was guilty of. This sin tormented him, made him feel less of himself, filthy, dirty, and without salvation. But the word if God stood sure. That was his only saving grace. If he confessed his sins and forsook them, he would be forgiven. “I confess my sins every time I get the chance,” he began. “Still, every day, I go out and I am faced with these sins once again. I am tired.”

GUILTY (She's stole my heart) Episode 5 By Authoress Aria Previously on GUILTY "Your about to find out now" "What are you??" "Now you'll have no choice than to come to me yourself miss hoodie"I smiled Catalina I walked back home in thoughts,what happened to me there my eyes they changed color and I have never felt that powerful before like my body Wasn't mine anymore. "That's true cause it's ours"I heard a voice in my head

He nodded subtly as if he was making a mental note of what he just saw. “As I was saying, everyone here has secrets that they're keeping from the world. Secrets that are so morally grim they're ready to take it to the grave. And one by one you all would start telling these secrets to every one standing in these glass cubes because a lot is at stake. Mind you, I know these secrets and you must tell it in it's originality, no sugar coating or forging, raw truth is what I ask of you. Today is not judgement day, it's the eve of judgement day... It's confession day. By the end of this confession you all would walk out of here differe

In the depths of my torment, the realization bloomed like a fragile flower – the only escape from this cycle of agony lay in my confession, a desperate gamble to end the torment and the unraveling of my resolve. As the blade poised for another excruciating incision, my voice, laden with a surrender borne from the depths of suffering, broke the tension-filled air. "Okay, I will confess," I whispered, a shattered admission that marked the end of my resistance. The pain that had once seemed insurmountable now paled in comparison to the weight of my decision, the surrender of my truth amidst a landscape of suffering.

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air. Collapsing to the floor, Luna wept uncontrollably, her emotions pouring out. "These are the truths I have been hiding from you. It's okay if you hate me for what I've done. It's okay if you don't believe me. But everything I have shared is the truth." The room fell into an eerie stillness, engulfed by the weight of Luna's confession. Her tears echoed through the silence, a painful testament to the wounds she carried within her. Luna's heart shattered, fearing that Susan would turn away, forever severed by the truth she had laid bare.

I probed further, seeking understanding with every word uttered. Gathering my thoughts and summoning courage, I composed myself before continuing with a sense of resolution in my tone. "You want to know what's really happening in my life, right?" I posed the question, allowing a moment of vulnerability to seep through my facade. "Okay, let me be clear," I asserted, mustering the strength to reveal a revelation that had been weighing on my conscience. "It was a contract marriage," I disclosed, the words carrying a profound impact as they escaped my lips. The weight of the confession lifted gradually as I assured the listener that there was no cause for concern