Confessions Series James Patterson Novels & Stories

“Seriously, man. What’s got you all worked up?” I exhaled and told him about the missing funds and how the employee confessed his part but didn’t know who was really behind it. He rubbed his jaw. “But whoever it is knows how your system works,” James said. “Yes.” “Which means they had access.” “Or someone was giving it to them.” Silence settled in the room for a moment. Then James tilted his head slightly. “What else is bothering you?” “Nothing.” “That’s a lie.” I looked at him. “It’s nothing, man. I’m Kaden Mitchell. I can handle my problems.”

"I understand. I won't tell anyone." "I'm serious about Patricia. She'll want to know. She'll be happy and she'll want to tell you all the things she observed about them and build this into some narrative about reconciliation and I can't have that pressure." I moved to the window, looked at my backyard where the twins' slide was still wet from last night's rain. "This is about August and James. Not about you and me. Not about Patricia's hope for her family. Just about whether you can be someone safe for them to know."

No, this wasn’t right and she had to tell him. She had to confess what she’d been doing, thinking about him… Even if it meant he’d be disgusted. Jacob tilted his head slightly, a few strands of hair falling across his face as he studied her. “What is it, Mrs. Maddox?” he asked, pulling his hand back and waiting patiently. Seraphina bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering away as she took a shaky breath. And despite the fear, she forced the words out. “I… I’m sorry, Jacob. I’ve been doing something bad. I…”

The last thing she needed now was to be disturbed. Roslyn curled up on her bed with tears streaming down her face, wetting her pillow, but she doesn’t care. What David told her left her broken. She wondered how David turned out to be Dave and why her parents never mentioned it to her. All power of betrayal ebbed swiftly to her heart, living her more broken; Roslyn wondered what she’d done to them. “Who else knows apart from me?” she asked herself rhetorically. Roslyn had too many questions; she needed answers, but she couldn’t possibly face David now. She lingered thoughtfully in her room as the frown on her face deepened; everything seemed blurred to Roslyn. She couldn’t apprehend her prese

Remember that this is the testimony of an 8 years old boy forced to turn an adult into unpleasant territory. So from where I'm standing is going to be a very hard time for me, for my friends, and for the people in charge of the case. Peter, Corrine, Paul, Gloria, John Maxwell, even his father or James's mother, all became involved and witnesses to all this. In case of a trial, they would all participate. Is James's mother testify against her son? Is Father Maxwell going to break his vows of confession secrecy? Will I still be able not to involve Paul and Gloria? I am very much afraid to answer those questions.

“Then, you were drawing circles in your notebook at every other class I was in with you. I've known you since day one, Nate. This is epic, there is something on your mind, behaviour.” Was I drawing circles? I haven’t doodled in my notebook for ages. “And then, while we were talking earlier, you weren’t online again.” Jasper complained. “Clara and Payton might not have realised, but Leah and I know. Something is definitely going on with you.” Was I that obvious? “I don’t know.” I look down at the table, trying to avoid Jasper’s sharp eyes. “You sure about that?” Jasper shifted closer to me, his shoulders against mine. “I can be a good listener.”

“James, you piece of trash! You’ve been leeching off the Callahans since the beginning. How dare you call the cops on me! And on what charges? Just what did I do?!” Howard said coldly, “This isn’t over until you give me an explanation.” Thea pulled at James and questioned, “James, what are you doing?” Everyone stared coldly at James, their gaze filled with hatred. What was he thinking, calling the cops? James turned to face them and replied coldly, “I trust Thea. She wouldn’t do anything that brought shame to the family. I knew someone must’ve framed her, but I didn’t know who. So, I reported the matter to the authorities. They arrested Yosef, and he confessed to everything.”

"What a wicked person. How could they do something like that so casually? Aren't they haunted by what they did? Can they even sleep at night?" I stand up from my seat and walk towards the sink. There, I let water flow over the wallet. I wait until the blood gradually disappears. Then I squeeze it. There are still some stains left, but I leave them be. I can't sit still throughout the whole class. I can hardly focus because I keep hearing James' voice in my mind. This is what it feels like when you discover a profound secret. What if I just tell the police about it? Give them this memory card. But if what I heard about the governor is true, wouldn't that be dangerous?

"...You are misunderstanding me. What do you take me for?" Rachel eyed him. "Despite the fact that you know everything your parents have done, haven't you chosen to stand by them regardless? Besides, how did you even know the hospital where Mrs Patricia was receiving treatment? Why did you remain quiet despite knowing that your parents tried to murder someone?" James sighed. "I understand that both of you are frustrated right now but that doesn't mean you should accuse me of something I have nothing to do with. And you, Rachel, I never thought you would ever doubt my loyalty. Don't you think I have a mind of my own?"

I whisper-hissed so that Conrad wouldn’t hear. Conrad leaned back, his smile widening. “Ah, the unexpected delights of Kingsley.” Jake chuckled, his arm wrapping protectively around my shoulder. “Gotta keep things interesting,” now they seemed friendly to each other. These two confused me. “Interesting indeed. Cassie, how’s your school? You have two days to enjoy before the semester starts again.” Conrad’s green eyes brightened but a glint of something I couldn’t understand lurked in his eyes. I sighed in relief, glad he was interested in school. He didn’t know. “It’s...fine. The school year will soon end.” I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs. Wrong move. It put more pressure on my clit