Novel & Cerita Confession X

"Why confess your flaws? Why reveal your darkness? Why show us your imperfection? We believed in you. We trusted you. We followed you. Why destroy that belief? Why shatter that trust? Why undermine that following? Why tell us this?" "Because it is true," Ember said simply. "Because you deserve the truth. Because following someone based on a false belief is not real following. Because trusting someone based on incomplete knowledge is not real trust. Because believing in someone who hides their darkness is not real belief. You deserve to know who I really am. What I really am. How I really am. You deserve to know my flaws. My darkness. My imperfection. Then you can choose. Choose whether to st

Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."

And lastly, I said: anapnoí tis zoísKai to fos tou myaloú mouDimiourgeí mia goiteíaProstasía kai ánesiKathós o aéras pou anapnéo katharízetaiPerivállo ton eaftó mou me mia sfaíra chrysoú Aftí i chrysí omíchliDiarkós katharízetaiKai na choristeí apó opoiadípote arnitikótita Boreí o chóros mou na prostateftheí I opened both of my hands and raised them about an inch from my knees, reciting this as I envisioned a golden aura encampenising itself around me. The aura seeped through my skin, slightly pricking me as I began to feel it work. A light shone from my skin, not blinding but not subtle either.

“Amen.” The small window slid shut with a soft click, plunging her side back into near total darkness. Hera remained kneeling for a moment longer, her body weak from the emotional drain of their non-confession. She heard the small noise of him shifting on his side, heard the door to the other side of the confessional open and close, signifying that his duty was done for now.

"Son! You are a victim, not a sinner!" "Still, I killed someone. And I can't get over it, yet" "What?!" "Is it that bad?" "God have mercy! Yes! It is huge!" "He was a bad man" "Is he the one who did it?" "Did what?" "The unfortunate dead" "Rape me? No, but he is one of them. I had to kill him so I could run away." The priest took a deep breath. He came across so many crazy confessions. However, this one deserves the trophy for the most disturbing confession ever!

The confessional waited at the side, wood dark and creaking, like it knew what he was about to do. Rum slipped inside. He heard the other side click open a moment later—quiet, hesitant. "Ru—" "I need to confess," Rum cut in, eyes fluttering shut, head leaning back against the wooden panel. “I needed to talk to someone. About my... urges.” A pause. “Go on.” Rum bit his lip. “I’ve been having thoughts. Bad ones. Wanting to do things. Needing things done to me.” Elijah didn’t speak. But Rum could hear his breathing. Measured. Controlled.

I exhaled only when the doors shut. He knows. Or worse, he suspects. ★ That night, I went to the confessional. I locked the doors, shut the screens, and knelt in the darkness. “Forgive me, Father,” I whispered, voice hoarse, “for I have sinned. I am a liar. A hypocrite. A coward.” My hands gripped the lattice until my knuckles whitened. “I let him touch me. I let him break me. I let him—God forgive me—I wanted it. I still want it.”

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

I gulped nervously and pulled my cami down, which always managed to roll up and put my not so slim waist on full display. "You are standing two inches from me and still manage to get lost in your dream world! Wow!" Vic whistled in my face. "I was doing no such thing." I said as I went past him, glad to have some space between us. "Oh really!" Yes, really! I turned around only to notice that his eyebrow had now disappeared behind those soft curls... Don't look at those curls, goddammit! And when I feel mushy, embarrassed or nervous, I resort to the only tools in my defence, - aggression and nonchalance.

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.