Confessions 소설 & 이야기

Silence settled—not awkward, not tense. Honest. “I wasn’t sure if I should say this,” he continued. “I’ve practiced it a dozen times. Every version sounded wrong.” I felt my pulse quicken. “You don’t have to—” “I do,” he interrupted gently. “I’ve waited long enough.” My fingers curled around the edge of the table. This was it. Not the beginning. The reckoning. “I used to think confessions were selfish,” Darius said. “That telling someone how you feel only shifts the burden onto them.”

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.

I felt trapped and scared. "Yes," I whispered into the blackness. "I'll confess." "Begin." The command echoed around me. "I... I had sex with Brad this afternoon," I started, my voice trembling. "In my bedroom. My mother caught us and—" I felt my face burn with shame. "That is not a confession, Jenna!" he roared, and the room seemed to shake with his anger. "That is a report! Real confession comes from the heart! It is cinematic! You must describe the sin so I can feel the weight of it! Tell me exactly how you fell into the darkness!" My stomach twisted as his voice grew louder.

“You’re all I need, Aiden.” “But you’re shaking,” He said worriedly. I bit my lower lip. Despite the little flames crawling inside my body, burning me whole, I was shaking. I gripped harder on his shoulders, perhaps blushing as my lips curved into a sheepish smile. “I have a confession to make.” I swallowed hard; my core was wet as I felt his hard manhood. “Confession…” He grinned, lowering his head and hovering his lips on my ear. “Better confess everything, Baby, because I’ll surely punish you today if I find out you misbehave.”

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

A humorless chuckle slipped his lips. "Love... it's such a foolish emotion. It blinds your senses and put your intelligence to shame. I was young, carefree, and reckless with no care for the consequences of my actions." His eyes glistened with a sheen of tears. "I never once thought my one mistake would come back to haunt me forever."

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.

“We are doing everything right now because by morning you might change your mind. Listen. As soon as we end this call, I will send you the write up of what you will have to say while making the videotape. I felt my breath hitch. “What write-up?” I asked though deep down I already knew what he was talking about. “The confession,” he said smoothly. “The one where you accuse Leo of rape so he gets charged. There is concrete evidence to back it up so don’t worry. Even your parents will be proud of you.” I shut my eyes, the weight of guilt pressing down on me as I bit my lower lips listening to my heart thumping really fast. “But he didnt rape me.” I whispered.

Maeve pov I could feel every single person in that meeting room immediately tense up when I said that I had finally decided to confess to my crimes; they had already pegged me as a criminal; it was so painfully obvious now. "Alright then I'm going to confess,"I said with my voice and puffing out my chest even if I was going to be dragged down and was not going to do their job for them and show them how tired I was how beaten-down I really was inside

Chapter 65 Amber Whyte. I was ready. I swear I was. My gut couldn't hold on to those confessions anymore. Nothing I did to suppress them worked. It felt as though my sins were starting to drown me into a deep dark lonely abyss. I needed to confess. I needed to be free. I tilted my head in Delilah's direction, ready to spill the beans without holding back. My eyes were glossed with unshed tears. My trembling lips moved to speak.