Confessions Novels & Stories

And he was startled. "I am not Mike" I said to him softly. "Please stop that" He said to me, removing my hands to his face. "I am saying the truth" "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" he said to me "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" I begged to him "Trying to deny even yourself, what happen to you Mike?" he said with a pain in his eyes "I am Lucas, please listen to me. You can contact my family, please release me"

I screamed into the air, my face slick with tears and sweat. He pounded harder, faster, the bed creaking under us. “Say it loud. Who’s my filthy fuck-hole forever?” “I’M YOUR FILTHY FUCK-HOLE FOREVER!” I yelled, my throat burning, my body shaking. And with every thrust, with every slam I was reminded over and over again of who I was now. Nothing more than his cum-rag. And this, this is my cum-stained confession. The END.

Every ugly thought, shameful moment, and dark impulse laid bare for hundreds to judge. And she was magnificent. “Does the audience accept these confessions as genuine?” the Broker asked again, its voice carrying across the stone tiers. I stood before anyone else could speak. “Yes.” My voice rang out clear and strong. “She told the truth. Every painful, honest word of it.” Kiera’s eyes met mine across the distance. I saw fear there… fear that I’d reject her now, fear that knowing these truths would destroy what we’d rebuilt.

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.

Tj repeats “Well now we confess” “That’s not how-“ Before Cole could have a valid crash out at Tj the small window seated between the booths open up and someone speaks. “Confession” a voice says from the other side, smooth and bored “State your sins” Tj doesn’t miss a beat and says “Bless me Father, for I’m about to sin” There’s a pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “Bold” the voice says “Proceed” Something clicks beneath the bench, the wooden wall behind us shifts- opening as cold air blows from the candle lit stairs going down.

Nathan gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back into her while Cole watched, eyes dark and unblinking. Afterward the three of them lay across the two narrow beds that had been pushed together without discussion. Isabel in the middle, the twins on either side, identical arms draped over her in identical places. The house creaked the way old houses do at night. Somewhere downstairs a petal detached from a lily and landed without sound. Cole’s voice came first, barely above a whisper. “We’re not going to pretend this was only grief.” Nathan’s hand tightened once on her hip.

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.

I stood still and looked down at her coldly. Then something clicked. She turned toward Kevin's room and then back to me. "Did you set me up? "I won't confess! You want me to admit I killed Anna's parents? That I slashed her face, broke her fingers, and ruined her voice? I'd rather die than tell the truth! "My dad is fine! He's not hurt! It's all a lie you made up to trick me! "Kevin really is something. He tortured me this long and couldn't get what he wanted, so he brought in a replacement to trick me!

Joseph's countenance held a peculiar mix of emotions, pausing for a brief moment before he responded, "Africa." A hush descended upon the room at this revelation. Africa? The incredulity was palpable. Clearly, this was a deliberate ploy orchestrated by the unknown adversary. "Who could secretly be assisting us?" Shiloh's murmured query reflected his contemplation. Suddenly, a memory stirred—he recalled Julia's words from the previous day. She had insinuated that hypnosis was sufficient, asserting that Jared need not resort to extreme measures. Glancing at the video's entranced subjects, he found their behavior consistent with hypnotic influence. Then, there was the enigmatic figure from the

My Confession is nearing to the end. I’m really happy you stayed with me through out my boring Confessions, thank you. So Jessica is back, that was unexpected. Who knows the kind of trouble she will gift us this time. Everyone is now aware of my deal with Michael, let’s see how they will react Let’s begin, shall we? TO THE LAST, I GRAPPLE WITH THEE; FROM HELL’S HEART, I STAB AT THEE; FOR HATE’S SAJE, I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE