Novel & Cerita Confessions Alesana

Alexis said with a finality tone. Alexis brought out her phone, and she opened the recording app on her phone, she put the phone on the table, and she sat down and was listening, she even support her chin with her palm, the Assassins sensed that they are at Alexis mercy, and confession is what might gave them a chance to be alive, they all began to say all they know, they even confess to all their crimes, they even gave Alexis the location of the recording they have while the attacked came to sent them off after her.

But I still felt relieved and overall guilty even after Ales admitted to knowing what had happened. "I'm so sorry, Ales. It was a mistake." I shook my head, a single tear making its way down my cheek. "I'll understand if you never want to speak to me again." Ales tsked, her face completely void of anger but full of compassion. "No need to worry, Malea." And as if her face had been a mask, she shed it off and a new emotion took place of the last. She looked intimidating. "Just stay away from him. Another slip up and I won't be so forgiving." Her voice dropped several decibels, a dangerous warning lingering on her words.

She didn’t succeed in driving him away though. “Did Ansel tell you…” he released her, and she was panting as fuck. “…what I told him? Sasha only dipped her chin, dragging her gaze to the ground and away from his face. She shook her head, “No. He didn’t mention anything about you.” He sighed. At least that prick didn’t tell Sasha. Yet. “He told me another truth though. A confession.” “So you two really fucked in this prison, huh?!” Alain narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't need to know that, he was too curious to not ask. “What confession?”

My phone starts ringing again, It’s Ron! I go into a café and drink hot tea to calm down. I think about Amy and what I've done and how I've let myself get sidetracked by alcohol and Zac... Him and his weird way of doing things. I don't think he meant a word of what he confessed last night. He probably rolled out the same dialogue to multiple girls every night...

Rhea whispered, “What happens now?” Reyna answered, breathless: “We confess it wasn’t just a game anymore.” Grayson smirked. “Then let’s make the next one even harder to forget.”

But before they could leave, Anya stopped everyone and announced loudly. "Hey guys! Our party is still on for tonight but with slight changes; and Vic is going to join us too." "What?" Vic looked at me in confusion but I had no idea what was going on either. "Vic, don't panic. We won't eat you. I was supposed to drive Mo to the city but I need to get my bike serviced." Anya lied shamelessly. What was she talking about? She got a cool new bike as present for her twentieth birthday which was just six months ago! I so wanted to kick Anya in the backside for her pathetic attempts.

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

Martin's serious voice made her hair stand on end, and she took a few deep breaths before turning to look at him. “To be honest, I don’t have a plan right now. I just want to see Levi’s supporters and the other citizens of San Alfonso. If I really want to go up against Levi, it’s better to win over his fans, right?” Ana replied, trying to change the subject. Martin’s expression softened a bit, but he still looked concerned. “You didn’t tell me anything. What happened to Alexis that day?” he asked, his tone serious.

Kent growls. “You kept the Alden girl,” Alessi points out. “When we told you to let her go.” Kent just sighs now and I feel him shift in his seat, leaning back in exasperation. “It’s the right call,” he says, his voice clipped. “You should trust me on that.” “Well, time will tell,” Alessi says conversationally, and my eyes widen when I see the shadows at the edge of the desk shift and hear the creak of his chair. He’s getting up. I hear the sound of his footsteps moving away and start to exhale a deep breath.

The gun slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor as he stood motionless, staring at her. Alessa crumpled to her knees, her body convulsing with sobs, her hands covering her face. She was shaking uncontrollably, her words choked and fractured between the sobs. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… Please, Rican, please…” Her cries were raw, filled with the pain of guilt and desperation, but the guilt wasn’t from what she had done—it was from the lies she had just spoken to save him. Rican stumbled back, as if the confession had physically hit him. He looked at her, lost, his chest heaving with the weight of emotions he didn’t know how to process.