Confessions Novels & Stories

“Sorry, Father Pow . . . I mean Kit, I’ve never been on first name terms with a vicar before. I keep forgetting.” “I’ll wager you’ve not been on any kind of terms with a vicar before, eh, lad?” “No,” said Jim, and they both chuckled. “I didn’t realise I looked down, I’ve just been brooding a bit I guess.” “You’re being pursued by demons of your own making, lad, that’s what it is. You need to unburden yourself, you’ll feel a lot better for it.” “Wait, are you telling me confession is good for the soul? Isn’t that what the other lot say?”

“But I will. I will find the truth, whether you speak it or not. Even if I have to drag it out of both of you.” She turned and vanished down the corridor, footsteps echoing sharply, her silence louder and more damning than any scream. Elara sagged against the cold stone wall, hands pressed desperately to her chest as the words finally tore free inside her mind like a blade: I confess. I confess. I let your father fuck me raw. I let him fill my cunt with his cum while you slept nearby. I’m addicted to his cock. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The confrontation had come and gone, leaving the fracture wider than ever—jagged, bleeding, impossible to ignore.

> Sometimes, what they call a scandal is just two people refusing to stay silent. My pulse steadied as I typed, line after line—no edits, no filters, just honesty bleeding through every word. It wasn’t a statement. It wasn’t an article. It was a confession. And as I hit save, renaming the file The Hidden Draft, I knew one thing for certain— once this saw daylight, nothing would ever be the same again.

There are confessions that arrive like storms loud, sudden, rearranging everything in their path. And then there are the quiet ones. The ones delivered in six words to a stranger's phone at seven in the morning. Those are the confessions that take the longest to stop shaking from. Not because they are louder. Because they are more precise. Z. Cole, notes written in a parked car with the engine off She read the six words eleven times.

Someone pissed my mate off last night. I begin to circle the overly confident she-wolf, and she tries to keep her smug expression in its place. But with each circle, her confidence dips, and mine grows. I feel my rebirther powers wanting to escape, but I keep them reigned in. I have no idea what would happen if they weren't being used for changing wolves, but I bet it isn't good. Finally, I let my voice slice through the tense air. "Whatever plan you and your father have made with Kraven will fail. And whatever dream you have of ruling this pack will fail. Just like your attempt at seducing my mate," I whisper the last bit as I let my fingertips brush against her almost healed bruises.

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..."

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

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."

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

I snapped at him, the bottled up anger and resentment was threatening to spill. He lowered his gaze and shook his head, "Alright, I won't. Please, calm down. We can talk once you get discharged, my love. I have to make my confession." He spoke. "Confession of what? You have done so many crimes, plotting and killing an unborn child, Martinez? What else is there to confess?" I mocked him. He winced at my sharpness but it served him right. "My parents told me the truth." He uttered after a brief pause.