Novel & Cerita Confession X

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

I wanted to block it all out, the memory of the projection, the blur on the screen, the certainty in Xander’s voice, but it wouldn’t leave me. “Not just accused,” I rasped, each syllable raw. “He showed me a shadow on a screen and called it to him. My Liam.” My breath caught, and I forced myself to continue even as my throat tightened. “The only person who, who once made me believe I wasn’t completely worthless.” The confession bled out of me, softer now, as though speaking it aloud might somehow undo it. Sophie stepped closer, her gaze never leaving my face, searching, perhaps hoping for an answer I couldn’t give. Her voice was quiet, but firm. “And you don’t believe it?”

It sounded like he could read right through me, like he already knew the answer. “I just needed to talk,” I muttered. “And you did. But confession isn’t just about talking. It’s about facing the truth, even the parts we lie about to ourselves.” I lowered my gaze, jaw tight. There was silence between us for a few seconds. Then I sighed, shaking my head slightly. “Fine.” His eyebrows rose a little, surprised. “I said fine,” I repeated. “Let’s do the whole thing. The real confession.” Thorne didn’t gloat. Didn’t look smug. He just nodded, like a man who knew the road would be long, but necessary.

“You and the Alpha have no proof of anything illegal against me.” Xavier tilted his head, his golden-brown eyes glittering with amusement. “You misunderstand me, Councilman.” His gaze shifted across the room, meeting Adrian’s eyes briefly, then sweeping to mine. My stomach dropped at the intensity there. He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t afraid. He looked… free. “I didn’t come here to speak against Augustine,” Xavier continued. His tone was even, but the weight of each word seemed to press the air heavier. “I came to make a confession.”

His confession comes in ragged bursts, each word a nail driven into the coffin of his ego, a testament to the years of cruelty, arrogance, and betrayal that I have finally broken open. I let him take a shallow breath, letting the truth sink into the cold night, letting him feel that confession is meaningless without the consequence, letting Sean and Roman stare, horror etched into every line of their faces as they realise that their father and Owen, the man who raised me and Sean, has finally been exposed.

The wound on his forehead had already scabbed over. And yet, he was still defending me. "I told you Caleb is a good kid! He's not a bad person! I bought that powder! It has nothing to do with him! I just saw how much pain he was in…" His voice was hoarse but unwavering. Tears silently slipped down my face. The interrogation room door opened, and Xenia walked in. She slammed a document down in front of me. It was a confession. "I'll give you a choice, Caleb," she began emotionlessly. "Sign this. Admit to drug use and trafficking, then record a public confession. I'll consider that old man to have been confused and manipulated. I'll let it go."

It hurts me so much every time I see him flirting with any girl it hurt me deeply to my soul, but I don't even have any right to be angry so all I do I'd go to the school roof top and cry out my eyes till I couldn't cry anymore, I wasn't that pretty so obviously someone like Xander would never look my way, but recently I made a decision We will be graduating soon, and there is no point in hiding my feelings anymore. I have decided to confess to him and even if I get rejected at least I won't have any regrets In life because I tried. Today I made up my mind that I will be confessing to Xander, and since this morning I have been practicing thousands of ways to confess to him. but my clumsy sel

I affirmed. He took a deep breath, a seriousness settling over him. "I've always used condoms, and honestly... you wouldn't want to do that after using a condom. Latex tastes pretty gross." The honesty in his confession and the openness of our conversation only drew me closer to him. Here we were, baring our truths, navigating the nuances of intimacy with a candidness that felt both daring and unique. It was a moment of understanding, sharing vulnerabilities, and finding comfort in our connection's authenticity.

I cursed under my breath as I was called in next. I heaved a sigh as I walked into the confession box,uninterested in the procedure. I made the sign of the cross soon as I sat "Bless me father for I have sinned, this is my first confession since I was in high school “ here are my sins”. I rolled my eyes,everyone was already judgy as fuck might as well make this interesting for the person behind this wall. “ I am addicted to p**n,I play with my vagina every fucking day,give myself mind racing orgasms which for a while now I have been wishing a particular someone can give me.