Confession X Novels & Stories

Except. I remembered the stairway. Jareth balls deep when the door opened. How close had he been? I heard him curse against my neck. Did he cum right when we were found? This can't happen. I wanted nothing to do with those sociopaths! I sat patiently in the student health room. I twiddled my thumbs and looked at the posters. One advertied free co doms. Too late. Another reminded you to be up on your vaccineces and pictured an older nurse. She looked like my grandmother. What would she say to me?

I knew that in front of them, any denial would be useless. I closed my eyes briefly, suppressing the surge of emotions and forcing myself to stay calm. “The flowers and the gifts were placed in the living room by your assistant. They haven’t been moved. “Didn’t you install surveillance cameras all over the living room because you were worried about me going into early labor or having an accident? If I did it, you can just check the footage.” The moment I said that, Jane’s face turned pale. “Astrid. Only the three of us touched those flowers! If it wasn’t you, are you saying it was me? Fine. Since you insist you’re innocent, let’s check the footage!”

Jax asked. “Yes.” She nodded. “I think we’ve had enough of confession time.” Xavier picked up his napkin and folded it around, before putting it back on the table. “I’m done with this topic.” “I’m not,” she said triumphantly. “Xavier’s problem is honesty. That’s how you beat him. You keep the truth around you.” “I’m done playing the game,” He said.

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

The answer came before I was ready, tearing itself out of me like a secret I had buried too deep. “I’ll testify against Kai,” I whispered. “In exchange for my father’s wellness… and maybe, one day, my freedom.” The words hung between us like a curse. My chest felt tight, my lungs refusing to breathe properly. It was the kind of confession that left you empty, like the ground had opened beneath your feet and you had chosen to fall because standing was worse. Xavier’s eyes widened a fraction, the first crack in his mask. Then he exhaled slowly, tilting his head as if he wanted to study every inch of my face.

Someone pissed my mate off last night. I begin to circle the overly confident she-wolf, and she tries to keep her smug expression in its place. But with each circle, her confidence dips, and mine grows. I feel my rebirther powers wanting to escape, but I keep them reigned in. I have no idea what would happen if they weren't being used for changing wolves, but I bet it isn't good. Finally, I let my voice slice through the tense air. "Whatever plan you and your father have made with Kraven will fail. And whatever dream you have of ruling this pack will fail. Just like your attempt at seducing my mate," I whisper the last bit as I let my fingertips brush against her almost healed bruises.

"There are not many who could resist such temptations, but don't worry, my child. Speak your truths." "Okay, I can do this," I said to myself and took in a heavy breath. "I have laid with people out of wedlock." Then, I heard Father Daniels attempt to stifle a laugh. "Do you mind me speaking freely?" Father Daniels asked. "Of course, Father." I told him. "Zara," He said, confirming that he knew it was me, "You are a young woman. God will not judge you for giving in to your needs. I have heard many stories in confession, I'm sure they will make your acts seem less severe."

The confessional booth was a small, dark wooden box tucked into the shadowy corner of St. Augustine’s cathedral. It smelled of old incense, polished oak, and the faint, lingering scent of sweat and shame. Father Marcus, known to his parishioners as a stern but compassionate man of God, sat inside, waiting. His heart beat a slow, heavy rhythm in his chest. It was past midnight, a time when no official confessions were scheduled, but he had received a private, handwritten note slipped under his office door earlier that day. It read simply: “I need to confess. Not during daylight. Midnight. Alone.”

“You should really listen to that flash drive, by the way. She deserves to know who you really are.” I slammed the door shut in her face. My hands trembled as I stared at the flash drive. I didn’t want to touch it. Didn’t want to know how far Xavier had gone. But I had to. For her. I inserted it into the laptop and hit play. The first thing that came up was the audio..chopped, spliced, and perfectly timed. My voice twisted into a confession I gave and didn't, some part had been edited. The contract. The manipulation. It sounded damning. It sounded too real.

He contemplated, saying something and finally decided to ease the anxiousness he felt. “Urmm… Your majesty, my sincerest apologies for not responding to your letter properly. The issue was that there wasn't any progress at the end of the one week deadline and I couldn't bring myself to tell you about it after you had generously given me the chance to perform my experiment. Please pardon my insolence, Sire” Xavier confessed with a guilty look on his face. He figured that the king must already know that he made a silly excuse before, he had eyes everywhere after all so it was best if he just confessed instead. The silence sent him into panic and he began blurting out.