Confessions A Novel Novels & Stories

"So when Harper's poison insinuated itself… when the papers came out… it wasn't you I didn't trust, Jonah. It was me. It was my own discretion. It was the specter of a twenty-four-year-old who'd once thought he'd believed in love and had his future and his heart stomped into the ground for it." He had spoken in a fractured voice. "The doubt you saw in my eyes… it was the fear that I was that dumb, ignorant boy again. That I'd let myself be manipulated. That the replay was happening. That it never had to do with you. It had to do with the darkest recess of my own history, one which I've tried every day since to outrun.". The confession was completed. The room felt charged, cleansed by the ter

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro

“Let me guess. You got too comfortable sharing a bed with someone who didn’t keep your secrets. They found out about the book, burned it, and now you’re on the brink of impeachment. Did I cover everything?” “I’ll never get used to that freaky thing you do,” she murmured, moving toward a nearby table. There, a bottle of red wine and a single glass waited—remarkably pristine in this bleak environment. She poured the glass to the brim, then met his gaze. “So, now what?” “Everything leading up to them seizing the book is correct. But the part after that? A blatant lie. I anticipated this. The real continuation is on the counter,” he said, voice distant, as though he were bored with the confessio

A lot of confessions were shared but the ones I’m about to tell you are the most important, you can’t expect me to read out forty confession, can you? The first one that struck me was a red-haired girl’s confession. “Oh my God! What am I seeing?” She asked with wide eyes. “Now this is a real confession. It says ‘Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to have Yrene on my bed spending the night with me.’ Gosh!” The girl read, and the girls all screamed, giving disgusted reactions. “Hey.” Francesca said, hitting my arm in disbelief. I was dumbfounded. How would someone in their right mind write that?

she said. I hesitated. “We?” The word was a promise that tasted of iron and salt. I smiled. “We.” And for the first time in months, my chest didn’t ache with memory or maps of betrayal. Instead, I felt its opposite: that blazing potential of partnership. I moved forward, unzipped my jacket. Cassian tensed only half-protective. He knew me too well. Knew even danger had changed me. Inside was a folder. Top sheet: “CONFESSION: ARIA QUINN & CASSIAN VALE”. The camera inside captured every moment. A confession. Not a comeback but a reckoning.

“I believed lies because I wanted certainty more than truth. I was arrogant. Blind. Foolish.” The confession scraped raw on the way out. “I want you to see it so you understand how thoroughly I was manipulated. Not to forgive me. Not to absolve me.” I reached into my hoodie pocket and pulled out the worn leather journal. It looked harmless. Small. Ordinary. Yet it had destroyed us once. I held it toward her, my hand unsteady. “This is my confession,” I said quietly. “Everything Edmund used against you. Everything I failed to question.” My voice dropped.

His voice through the lattice is quieter, closer, intimate in the way that small dark spaces make everything intimate. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I say. “It has been ten years since my last confession.” “Tell me your sins.” I take a breath. The confessional smells like a hundred years of whispered secrets. His breathing is audible through the screen, and I can hear him controlling it, performing calm. “I’ve been having impure thoughts.” A pause. “What kind of impure thoughts?” “Sexual thoughts. About a man.” “This is not uncommon. The flesh is –”

he had one. He tried his best to take the person before him as the man he loved and opened his mouth to confess, but his lips quivered, and he shrank back in fear. No, that man would yell at him and even throw him out. That man... would never accept his confession... Brewster felt his eyes reddening as he looked at Shawn in fear. Shawn was also taken aback. He didn't expect Brewster to look so scared all of a sudden. He dropped the box he was supposed to hand to Jone after rejecting him and tried to touch Brewster, but Brewster trembled and lowered his head.

He looked up to see, if Sia was following through and he found her attentively listening to him, just like what was expected of her. “ He was arrested right on spot and convicted of three murders...The only thing, that didn't add up, was his lack of any statement. He neither denied the allegation nor confessed to them...He is in Central Jail now! ” Sighing for the nth time, Professor closed the file and slided it towards Sia, giving her a thorough observing look. “ What disorder do you think he has? ” Professor relaxed back in his seat and crossed his hands together. “ Maybe he is a sociopath...I can't say for sure before meeting him personally! ” Shrugging her shoulders, Sia stated honestly