Confessions Series James Patterson Novels & Stories

While Ms. Watts sounded exhausted, something about her voice sounded different, too. My chest tightened. Right away, I got dressed and hurried over to City General Hospital. I met with the police officers and my roommates' parents, who had not slept a wink, once again. This time, I met them in a small office at the hospital. They looked even worse than they did yesterday. The older police officer first gave me some reassurance. "Bradley, we have looked into the transactions made on your bank card and all your accounts on payment platforms. It's true that there was no record of any purchase of tickets to the New Year countdown celebration.

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

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

ELI’S POV mille Confrontation Ax The folder Camille left sits on my table. I look at it and it feels like a ticking bomb. I can’t stop looking at it, even though I’ve already gone through every page. Coloured and black-and-white photographs glare back at me. Camille caught me in every angle I can think of. Every photo is a snapshot of my worst mistake. James. What I did to James. The images haunt me. It seems like a slow motion nightmare that plays in my mind whenever I close my eyes.

He complimented. "I'm flattered." Pretending not to see him drool, "Where are you coming from?" "I went for a walk." "You shouldn't be walking around all by yourself." "I was bored for death and decided to take a walk. I've not been myself since we last spoke." James confessed. "Here, have your seat." Patricia helped him to his bed. "How is she holding on?" James asked, looking nervous. "She..." Patricia stop mid way, "I think it's best not to talk about this."

Even if I didn’t believe Jameson, confronting her to confirm my doubts would only confirm the presence of my mistrust in her. “I don’t think I’m going to do it,” I confessed. “Yes, there are things that still need answers in all of this, but not this. She couldn’t have done it. Not Shirley.” “One common theme you—younger people—tend to share is how much trust you have for even the ones who have hurt you a thousand times over.” He shook his head in a disappointed manner. Believing that Jameson had close to no right to be disappointed in me, I turned around without another word and walked away. I got into the car, making sure to strap my seat belt as if something was going happen on my way hom

The question was so outrageously, stunningly inappropriate that I was sure I had misheard. “Excuse me, sir?” I asked, my voice a shocked, trembling whisper. He didn’t even blink. “The question was simple, Ms. James. Are. You. Wearing. Panties?” My face was on fire. This had to be a test. A sick, twisted power game to see if I would break. All my ambition, all my hard work, had led to this moment of bizarre humiliation. My first instinct was to stand up, to throw a glass of water in his handsome, arrogant face, and walk out.

I said in a rush but regretted it immediately. Why am I speaking like this? Even I didn't understand why I was so angry! Or perhaps I did, but didn't want to acknowledge it. The prospect of leaving him and not hear even his stupid sarcastic words had finally caught up with me. Nightmares about our separation and my lonely life in a faraway country have become frequent now, but this was the first time that I could feel it, literally, as I stood one foot away from him. A hot flush spread to my cheeks for a different reason and my eyes began to well. I turned my face away and pulled my Pooh bear shirt back on, wiping my eyes dry on the way. "Mo, that shirt is three years old and it has a huge i

“I understand. You’ve been through a lot.” “I just… I was so confused,” I confessed, my voice trembling. “About… everything. About Nathan, about James, about… you.” “I know,” he said, his gaze unwavering, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that both comforted and unsettled me. “It’s okay, Agatha. Let it all out.” And so I did. I poured out my fears, my doubts, my confusion, my anger at Nathan, my suspicion of James, my growing dependence on him, on Charles.