Confession X Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty, this leech just drank my blood!” Aluxious chuckled. “How can I ask a vampire not to bite? You should have been more careful.” He extended his hand motioning her over. Reyna sauntered toward him with a wide smile. “She…She…” “He speaks the truth. But he is corrupted.” “It might be true that you were in Selene during the winter. But can you swear on your life that you aren’t corrupted?” Aluxious glared at Uren. “You– You believe the leech? I’ve been with you for the past five years. How can you suspect me?”

“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 different people, you would face your own demons and your own shadows, look them in the eye and show them to everybody else. Am I understood?."

In that moment of vulnerability, the beautiful woman felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through her veins. Fear and desire intertwined in a tumultuous dance, each vying for dominance over her trembling form. Summoning her courage, she drew in a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession that lay ahead. "Father," Lara whispered, her voice barely audible above the hushed stillness of the room. In the darkness beyond the screen, she could sense his presence. Granger. Silent witness to her innermost thoughts and desires. It was a dangerous game they played, this ritual of confession, a dance of temptation and absolution that threatened to consume them both.

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

Alexis was saying something to him but I wasn’t paying attention to his words because I was still feeling so guilty. “I’m so sorry, Xan, I didn’t mean to do it, I never thought Leon would ever be a traitor. I killed Alexia and her baby and I’m so sorry. I’ll never repeat such mistakes, I promise. I’ll never lie to you or keep any more secrets from you, Xan. Please forgive me and take me, I have no one else, just you and Alexis. You are all I have, and you are all I need.” I confessed, sounding so pathetic as I sobbed.

“It’s been… it’s been one week since my last confession.” “What do you wish to confess?” His voice was calm. I squeezed my hands together. “I… I’ve been struggling with thoughts.” “What kind of thoughts?” Heat crawled up my neck. “Bad ones.” “Be specific.” His voice sharpened. “What thoughts?” I swallowed hard. “I… touched myself.” The words felt filthy out loud. Silence. I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me. Then— “And what did you think of when you did it?” My entire body went stiff. My heart slammed. “F-Father—”

The next morning, department head Luther Kovac called Thea and me out by name. He accused us of stealing Rachel's work and announced we'd be formally disciplined. Rachel watched us with a satisfied smile. Thea gripped my hand hard. The more ridiculous Luther's accusations got, the tighter she held on. Finally, she stood. "But Micah and I made that proposal together. Rachel stole our work." Rachel's voice went cold. "Where's your proof?" Thea's shoulders dropped. She was right. We didn't have proof. Luther got bolder after that, his words sharper by the second.

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.