Confessions Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tonight the church is empty and I’m sitting in his confession booth with my heart in my throat and my underwear already wet. The wood smells like incense and furniture polish, and when he settles on his side of the screen I hear his breathing change because he knows it’s me before I say a word. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” “How long since your last confession?” His voice is tight, careful, the way you handle something that might break if you hold it wrong. I give him the easy sins first because I want him comfortable. Missed mass, took the Lord’s name in vain, never visited my grandmother enough.

“What was your purpose in spying and secretly filming her? If she hadn’t discovered it today, what were you planning to do with those recordings? Tell me!” Jane, hiding behind him, sobbed as she spoke. “Astrid, I really didn’t mean to ruin your family. I just couldn’t control myself, that’s why I made a mistake with Tony! I know you hate me, but you can’t spy on my life like this! Are you trying to harm my baby, or expose me as the other woman and ruin my life?” Hearing her words, Tony grew even angrier. I met his reddened eyes and said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”

Louis suddenly called out, stopping me. He held out his hand to me, his tone condescending. "Hand over all the client files you have, as well as that multi-billion-dollar project you're currently working on. "These are company secrets. If you take them with you, it's illegal." I replied coldly, "All the files are on my computer. As for that collaborative project..." I looked down at the shredded documents on the floor and pointed at Flora. "She just tore it all to pieces." Hearing this, Flora immediately averted her eyes and leaned coyly into Louis's embrace, pouting.

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

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 his tone became serious. "I plead guilty to compromise." The room fell silent. "I accepted money I should have refused." "I made alliances I should never have made." "I protected men who deserved prison." Another pause. "I told myself it was temporary." His voice lowered. "It never is." Damian listened carefully. There was something striking about the confession. It didn't excuse anything. It simply acknowledged it. "Did you kill Samuel?" "No." The answer came instantly. Without hesitation. "Did you try to?" "No."

Biting her hand, shaking, gasping his title into her sheets. ⸻ Later that night There was a knock on her bedroom door. Firm. Deliberate. She was already awake. Naked under her sheets. Plug still tucked in her toy bag. Wand untouched. She jumped up, pulling a robe tight around her, and cracked the door. Andrew stood in the hallway. Calm. Shirtless. Holding his phone. "Your sketchbook. Page 12. You said: 'Make me confess out loud.'" Her blood froze. "So. Start confessing. Every dirty thought you've had about me. Today. Out loud. No robe."

This comforted me a bit, so I took a deep breath and said, “I can’t work anywhere else because I don’t have an ID or pack permission to be here…yet.” There. I’ve confessed. This could be a disaster. If he was going to be vulnerable with me, I would give him a chance too. He smirked as if to confirm his suspicions, not appearing the least bit angry at this confession, “How did you get here?” “I drove in my car. After my last final, I left and didn’t look back. Please don’t ask me anymore. I’m not ready to talk about it,” I looked into his warm understanding eyes with my icy blue pleading ones as if to beg. My heart was pounding so loud in my chest that I wondered if he could hear how nervous

“And you’ve been avoiding him like he’s the plague. That’s a very specific therapy combo, my guy.” Lily leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice dipped to dramatic stage whisper. “Tell us everything. We’ll turn it into a W*****d series.” Jordan snorted. “Title: Forgive Me, Father, I Love the Sin.” “Jordan!” Lily slapped her arm. “Too much.” She turned back to me, all sharp concern. “Did he do something? Did something happen?” I closed my eyes. It was like being dragged across broken glass. The confession booth. The rain. The kiss. The grinding. The way my body had betrayed me. The way I’d run until the rain stopped and my shame had nowhere to hide.

I cursed under my breath as I was called in next. I heaved a sigh as I walked into the confession box,uninterested in the procedure. I made the sign of the cross soon as I sat "Bless me father for I have sinned, this is my first confession since I was in high school “ here are my sins”. I rolled my eyes,everyone was already judgy as fuck might as well make this interesting for the person behind this wall. “ I am addicted to p**n,I play with my vagina every fucking day,give myself mind racing orgasms which for a while now I have been wishing a particular someone can give me.