Romans & histoires Dark Confessions

“You asked me about my little entourage, well they’re my team. I trust them all with my life, they’ve all been with me a long time. They’re all in on it, we don’t have secrets about the business stuff. I don’t have regular friends, I have them, and we all hang out. It’s a weird dynamic but we all like it and it suits us. There are very few people I trust. How we met … just laid things bare. I didn’t know you and you didn’t know me, it was just two people, in the dark finding each other. It didn’t have to go as perfectly as it did, I don’t know what I thought would happen but … you happened. In that room there was just two people in the dark lost in each other.” I was now a sobbing mess and I

I should have thrown it somewhere. The letter wrote something about my parents. It was a trap indeed. I look for a way to escape but there is nothing. I am already feeling week. Metal doors are infront of me but I know that I will not be able to open them. I am not a superhero who can break metal doors. The window present in room is too small and high. I am feeling scared and lonely. This darkness is creeping me out. Help me God. I don’t want to die. Suddenly door burst open and my eyes close on its own because of too much light.

I'm not ready to have sex, please don't ask for that. "You know back before when you weren't you? When you were angry wolf Melody?" he asks me, I remember when the darkness had me, is that what he means, back when the darkness has taken control of me? "Back when I was living in darkness?" I ask him. "Yes, exactly, the darkness is called being rogue, it's a disease that took over you, do you remember much of what happened back then?" he asks me, I closed my eyes, remembering a lot of things, remembering the cold and darkness, and that I hate them, I never want to go back there.

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

"Because I have nothing left to hide behind. My cover is blown. Everyone knows I am federal law enforcement now. So this is not Anna Adams the crime boss talking. This is me. The real me. Willing to trade myself for someone who actually matters." "And federal agents are just going to let you do this? Let you turn yourself over to a corrupt cop they arrested?" James's suspicion was clear. "That does not make sense." "They do not know I am making this call. They do not know I am offering this trade." Anna was improvising now. "This is me acting alone. Making a choice based on personal feelings instead of professional duty." "So you are going rogue? Disobeying orders?"

Hello there! Remember I told you we will uncover why David betrayed the church and why Jessica is who she is right now? Well last time David told us his motive, do you think his motive was justifiable? Let me know what you think As much as I would love to confront Jessica right now, I won’t do it. I have more important things to take care of Let’s start today’s Confessions of an Exorcist—my confession IF YOU LIVE TO BE A HUNDRED, I WANT TO LIVE TO BE A HUNDRED MINUS ONE DAY, SO I NEVER HAVE TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU

A life of secrets and danger, of knowing that the man I love has blood on his hands, of being complicit in things most people would find horrifying. "I want in," I tell him. "All of it. I don't want any more secrets between us." His response is to roll on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his body weight. "You understand what you're agreeing to? There's no going back once you know everything." "I understand." I wrap my legs around his waist. "Now stop asking if I'm sure and start treating me like a partner instead of a possession." "You can be both." He's hard again, pressing against my entrance. "My partner in crime and my possession in bed. The two aren't mutually exclusive."

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.