Confessions Novels & Stories

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..."

“It’s been… it’s been one week since my last confession.” “What do you wish to confess?” His voice was calm. I squeezed my hands together. “I… I’ve been struggling with thoughts.” “What kind of thoughts?” Heat crawled up my neck. “Bad ones.” “Be specific.” His voice sharpened. “What thoughts?” I swallowed hard. “I… touched myself.” The words felt filthy out loud. Silence. I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me. Then— “And what did you think of when you did it?” My entire body went stiff. My heart slammed. “F-Father—”

His voice cracked under the weight of truth. The confession opened a floodgate of emotions: fear of losing his family, shame for betraying their trust, and the gnawing realization that responsibility carried more than just financial or social weight. Abby recognized that the choices he had made to escape pressure only compounded it, creating a spiral that threatened to engulf him entirely.

Not impatiently, but with the measured assurance of a surgeon asking where it hurt. The question was the pinprick that burst the dam. The words, bottled so long, brimming with guilt and fear and nightmare thrill, burst out. They were not loud. They were a whisper, torn from the darkest, most fragmented part of him, a confession whispered into the holy quiet of their common ground. "I don't know who I am anymore."

He merely thought it was a waste of money when he assumed it was my mother who got into an accident. He never expected his own mother to be the one who got injured. Zachary was overwhelmed with regret. Not only did he regret not trusting me and giving me the money I asked for, but he also regretted believing Gigi and getting her acquitted.

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."

I said. "Conquest of Canaan? Isn't that the quest featured in the video clip that the Association broadcasted a few days ago. Wait, does that mean you are that challenger? But I believe the rumors are saying that the infamous F-tier challenger is the guy on the video…." "Valhalla… the thing is, this guy is that F-tier challenger," Hally confessed. "Eh? Seriously!?" "Yeah," I said and removed my mask. She saw my face and it's evident that the information just doesn't seem right to her.

“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.

Every fear, every doubt. I couldn’t stop replaying the conversation we had. The way he was so confident in his belief that I would eventually be his. That no matter how much I resisted, no matter how much I told myself I wouldn’t fall for his games, he would have me. He said it so casually, as though it were a simple fact. And, damn him, part of me—no matter how much I hated it—almost believed him.

he stammered, his voice now shaking. I could almost hear my heartbeat in my ears as he finally confessed, his words tumbling out in a hurried, desperate rush. "Sharon, my ex-girlfriend… She’s the one behind this. She was the girl at the hotel that day. It wasn’t my fault! She tricked me! She said she’d pay me if I pretended to sleep with her, to pretend that I raped her... I didn’t know what I was getting into," he continued, his voice cracking with the weight of his confession.