Confessions Novels & Stories

After our daughter's death, my husband Josh Graham insisted that I play a game of confessions with May Lowe, his former flame. The first to confess was Mrs. Garcia, the maid I paid generously, who confessed that her negligence led to my daughter's burning fever. Before I could say a word, May was smiling magnanimously. "It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes—it's fine as long as no lasting harm has been done." And with that, she extended forgiveness in my stead. The second to confess was Josh himself. "I really regret snapping at Nana the day she died because I was stressed from work, and for not hugging her before I left the house." May shook her head wit

Reece motioned and I opened my confession. My heart thudded instantly as I recognized the handwriting. It was mine! I had gotten my own confession. My hands began to shake as it was all messed up. It would be obvious because it would sound too natural. I cleared my throat and glanced at everyone before reading. “Every time I pray with all my heart that Reece and Kaden would suddenly have their legs broken and amputated and lay on a hospital bed so they won’t be able to move.” I read, trying to sound monotone and I could see people folding their lips, trying not to laugh. The confession was funny in itself but laughing was like invoking the wrath of Reece and Kaden, and from the way they star

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.

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!

All the confessors were killed. The confessors - they were females with special powers of compulsion. They had the ability to turn a man into their slaves and do every single thing they desire. And it'd go on for as long as the confessor was alive. King Caesar was a victim of this. He was a slave to one of the confessors and worshipped her. All he could think of, day and night, was pleasing his mistress. The confessor was not all that nice, as she made him kill his parents.

Seeing the woman you've been dreaming of was being tortured by other people is so freaking painful. After I found out that Dylan isn't treating her right, I tried to steal her, but the fact that I was the one who caused her brother's accident scared me. I turned into a coward again. I let her suffer. I watched her cry, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I made my feelings clear to her. "Are you sure about your plans, Jacob? They're married. It won't be easy to take Samantha away." I nodded at Theo, determined to do what I wanted. I should've told her about my feelings a long time ago. This confession has been long overdue, so I gathered all my strength and swallowed my fear. I confessed to h

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro

I whispered at him, leaning closer. "This is violation of privacy. You can't use it at court and you know it" He spat. "Oh, I know. But you will. See now I have you exactly where I want you. Stressed and sweating like a caught criminal. Nothing screams guilty more than that." I took the paper and placed it in my briefcase. "You are not winning, Miss. Alessandro" He barked as I walked out of the preparation conference room. "Oh, Mr. Wilson but I already did." I exited the room, slamming the door behind me.

“I can assume it’s the same for you, Tyrith.” What did that have to do with anything? I nodded. It was one of things ruts and heat had in common. The sexual desire grew to the point where its victim would lose their minds. If one was not careful, they would do the most shameful acts with the worst people. Back in college, one of the omegas in my lecture went into heat and slept with a professor. They were both ashamed of their actions. We could see it on their faces. Eventually, the professor resigned and moved elsewhere. The omega transferred. Heat and rut never cared who their victims slept with as long as they slept with the nearest affected person. We had to deal with the repercussions a

I called out, hardly more than a whisper. Adrian turned to me, his eyes locking into mine, full of an immense dark concern. I sucked in a deep breath; they tumbled out from my lips like a confession. "Samuel is culpable of the state my mom is into," my voice trembled with emotion and like a whimper, I confessed. "I said to him, after my research, I found out that he has a hand in it." These words seemed to hang in the air like an accusation, an exposure, as I was waiting for Adrian's board.