Confession X Novels & Stories

" Xander finally calmed down after the stutter from Wahid. He laid back on the bed after rebuttoning his prince's shirt. "I have a confession to make.Will you listen to me?Please dont hate me after what am going to tell you. I promise to keep my initial promise to you and protect you. May I go on with my confession? Are you ready for me?" Xander asked all the questions in one go sounding perplexed.

Father Henry stood in front of the confession room, adjusting his priestly robes. It had been a long day filled with prayers, counseling, and performing church services. As he prepared to take his seat inside the confessional, memories of his past started to resurface, memories he had buried deep within his heart. His mind wandered back to his younger days when he was just Henry, a passionate and spirited young man deeply in love with a woman named Khana. As he entered the confession room, he took a deep breath, preparing to offer forgiveness and guidance to those who sought it. Little did he know that the next confession would lead him down a path of emotions he had long suppressed.

I took a deep breath and said, “I have something to confess to you.” “Confess?” Xavier seemed to be surprised by the word I used for my speech. He chuckled amusedly and fondled my hair, “there’s nothing you need to confess, Valerie. Just tell me. Like I said yesterday, I’d do anything for you. Even rebelling the Red Moon.” The sincerity and firmness behind those eyes granted me the courage to move further. “Thank you, Xavier.” I forced a smile to him and continued, “I said ‘confess’ because I had checked the photo fragments sticking on that blackboard in your room without your permission …”

What I was doing right now wasn't efficient enough. So, I found a random confession template online and sent it to all the students via Instagram. The system immediately called me out for cheating when I did that. "Ah, you don't get it." I waved my hand in dismissal. "Confession is about sincerity, not form." … The counselor called me into his office the very next day. "Explain yourself." He pushed his phone toward me, his face stone cold. I looked at it and was amazed by how many complaints there were about me.

It won't change the fact that we both had sex. *Either way we are both sinners and he was going to confess to me.* “CONFESS TO ME, FATHER!” I screamed out loudly.

“Stop doing that.” Andrew looked at me. “Doing what?” “Looking at each other like you both know something I'm not supposed to know.” My voice cracked. “I am tired of being the only person in this house who doesn't know the truth about my own mother.” Andrew lowered his head. “You're right.” Nick looked at him sharply. “Andrew.” “No.” Andrew shook his head. “She deserves the truth.” Nick's expression hardened. “You don't know what you're talking about.” “I know exactly what I'm talking about.”

"Let them know that I have burnt for sex toys and you bought another to pleasure yourself.. is this not the work of the devil? She screamed as she tried holding back her tears but how can I tell her that father Kentucky is the devil in disguise, the one who keeps ruining my sleep with wet dreams just by his existence in Saint Raphael church. " You're coming with me and that's final, get the hell out of that thing and get dressed, since you ain't ready to wait to get married you can tell the father about all you've done today in the confession room" I stopped from standing up. " What do you mean to the confession room? Mum, I can't do that!" I screamed.. How can I confess to father that I hav

"You said something, before you collapsed. That whoever's behind this is closer than we'd like." "I did. I meant it, and I still mean it, though I find I need to build up to that particular sentence again rather than simply repeating it from where I left off." Harrison's eyes drifted toward the window, unfocused for a moment. "There's a particular vertigo, Kaelen, in nearly dying mid-confession. You wake up uncertain whether you already said the worst part, or whether it's still waiting for you, and either possibility feels equally unbearable to sit with."

Instead, my knees completely buckled. I didn't march him to the door. My hands were shaking so violently I couldn't even grab his arm. The crushing weight of his confession—of his dark, terrifying betrayal—was a roaring fire inside my chest, burning away every drop of logic I possessed. I dropped straight to my knees on the cold hardwood floor right between his spread thighs. He raised a single, dark brow down at me, his expression shifting from mocking arrogance to deep, quiet surprise. ‘’Lyric—’’

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> At first, my confessions were ordinary. I lied to my mother. I took the Lord's name in vain. I had impure thoughts about my coworker. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But somewhere along the way, the nature of my confessions changed. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And so did Father Michael's responses. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It started when I confessed to touching myself. I was embarrassed, my cheeks burning in the darkness of the confessional, my voice barely a whisper as I admitted that I'd masturbated in my bed, thinking about a man I couldn't have.