Confessions Series James Patterson の小説・ストーリー

“I would if I were you. And you know something else? My bullshit detector is going off. Part of the reason why you haven’t confronted Damien is because you are afraid of the answers – I know you’re not afraid of him. The Lana Murphy I knew wasn’t afraid of shit.” “Really? Well, it’s obvious that Lana is dead and gone because I’m afraid now. I’m terrified that I could have put my family in danger by . . . contacting Carter. I’m afraid that you are right about me not confronting Damien. I am scared about what his answers will be. I’m troubled that . . . that Alec will hate me to his grave for hurting him. I’m afraid that I’ll never see the light-skinned woman known as my mother again. And I’m

“You sure?” Something about his confidence made the air shift. Like he was used to being right. I raised my cup to deflect the stare and somehow miscalculated. The lid gave slightly, warm coffee spilling across the front of his crisp white shirt. Reminding me of when I spilled two cups of coffee on Damian. “Shit,” I muttered. His shirt clung to his chest, highlighting muscle beneath. He didn’t even look down, just smirked. “Is this your version of a Vegas welcome?”

James jumped and Zane saw his bottom lip began to tremble. “For fuck’s sake,” Tom sighed and shook his head. They were all used to handle individuals from their own world, not soft doctors. “I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have asked her to sleep with Mr. Cleaso,” James said in a trembling voice, the first tear rolling down his face. The other men swore at his confession.

I explained. If this was a cartoon, James would be picking his eyes off the floor they went so wide. “I… dude, I can’t do that. Cassidy and worse, our moms would castrate me if I give her number to anyone.” James shook his head. Well, it looks like the kid either has some level of integrity, concern for his sister, or probably just concern for his own safety. He’s one of the guys who hang around Brant because they hope it will get them somewhere. Not sure where except maybe jail.

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

I must. I open the door, expecting Ira or some girl, instead I see a man in a crisp gray suit standing in front of me. I blink in confusion. “Yes?” “Miss Riley. I am James Patterson.” He forwards his hand and my mind screams not to shake it. His expensive tailored suit, trimmed gray hair and neatly shaved face gives me a sense of foreboding. It’s all too familiar. Just like Mikolaj fuckin Josef, this man is scary. Not in looks, but in personality.

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

There was no way he was going to defend himself from this mess. "Th...this... That's not me... That's not me... This... this is a set-up. I didn't try to kill my dad. It wasn't me," James shook his head, terrified. He was hoping that the detective would listen to him, he was hoping they'd believe that it was really not him, even though he knew deep inside him that this didn't make any sense. His voice was there as evidence, so it was difficult not to believe that it was really him.

Caitlin said gently, “Patricia, from now on, besides Mommy, Daddy, and the people we tell you to trust—you can’t go with anyone else, okay? Strangers might lie to you and take you away, and that’s very dangerous. Do you understand?” Patricia, eyes still brimming with tears, nodded. In the woods, James sprinted like a shadow through the trees. The man in black had seen that his plan had failed—and now someone was chasing him. He tossed the detonator aside and vanished deeper into the forest. James zeroed in on the fleeing figure and pushed harder, wind roaring past his ears. His mind was laser-focused on one goal: Catch him. Tyler, not far behind, spotted the discarded detonator on the ground

Ryan’s POV Panic slithered into my chest. I ran a hand through my hair to mask my hesitation. Celeste stared up at me expectantly, a delicate smile on her lips that made my pulse stutter. There was no way she could have found out about my deal with Alice, right? “I’m not sure why James suddenly confessed.” I said, shrugging casually and schooling a nonchalant expression on my face. “Maybe he felt a pang of guilt for what he did and finally listened to his conscience.”