Confession Novels & Stories

COULD HE? I felt the anger of him invading my privacy. Him thinking he has the right, he is worthy enough to know this thing. He didn't even hesitate to ask me or confess that he knew it. I was up for some games but this shit is making my stomach sick. I felt my judgement clouding and anger took over me. I was trying to hold back but I couldn't. This was the only thing I wasn't confident to reveal. It was the thing that BROKE me. "What do you know, Mr Valentine?" I put on a fake smile.

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 ?!"

I said to him. “Ay! Ay! My Love!” he said to me and start to drive again to go home. So much happen within this day I hope and pray everything will be alright. My heart was beating like crazy when he confesses to me and a simple peck on my lip makes me blush. I hope I can handle my feelings very well, and I pray that our relationship grows in time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

See how much bad I could be and if you stayed after that then I would think you felt something for me. I was tired of being tossed around like an object now. If he could accept it, then I would tell Dhruv what was happening between us. Hoisting my gaze down on our joined bodies, I opened my mouth, searching for the words to say but nothing seemed appropriate. How do you confess your greatest sin?

This lower male is being hit by both of our Alpha auras, and for some reason, that fills me with pride. "SPEAK. WHAT HAVE YOU TOLD KRAVEN AND WHAT HAS HE TOLD YOU," I roar out. The weak male falls to his knees. He is bowed so low his forehead is rested on said knees. "I informed him of all progress made by your mate, Alpha. I informed him of her win today. He ordered me to inform him of all activities regarding guarding and patrols in the next two weeks. He told me he is currently in the Reverence Pack and that if I tell him what he wants to know, he will help me find a chosen mate of strong bloodlines........I am 28 Alpha. I don't have much time. I'm sorry for my betrayal," the male sobs as

he stammered, his voice now shaking. I could almost hear my heartbeat in my ears as he finally confessed, his words tumbling out in a hurried, desperate rush. "Sharon, my ex-girlfriend… She’s the one behind this. She was the girl at the hotel that day. It wasn’t my fault! She tricked me! She said she’d pay me if I pretended to sleep with her, to pretend that I raped her... I didn’t know what I was getting into," he continued, his voice cracking with the weight of his confession.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Neisha.” She raised her head then, meeting his gaze with a hollow-eyed stare. “I can’t keep it inside anymore. I’m not Catholic or anything, and I don’t know if confession is indeed good for the soul, but it certainly can’t be any worse than living with the secrets eating me from the inside out.”

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 —”

And this time… I wouldn’t be able to hide behind vague words and careful phrasing; This time, I would have to say it. Or worse— He would hear it anyway. Even the confession would feel like more sin added to my case; How am I supposed to start? How will I let him know I'm losing my mind because of him? I can't! I can't tell him I've been thinking about him and touching myself, wishing It was him between my thighs!! Would that be a confession or a trap for him? I'll just keep receiving communion. Some sins will have to wait till I find another priest, or else I'll take my sins to the grave.