False Confession Novels & Stories

Eldrian suspects that the shoulder-length-haired girl was sacrificed by her boss to cover up her boss' embezzlement of company money. There is another man who is admin staff, somehow all the shopping notes he kept are missing. The man looked confused as if he was being framed, the original note was strong enough evidence could get him out of the law. Unfortunately, all the notes and all written evidence were lost when checked. Daniel asked the police to arrest the two staff, which was accompanied by scenes of prostrating and begging for justice. "Sir, I didn't use that money, Sir! I beg you to give us justice, Sir!" said the female staff.

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa

"You had interest in a guy and there's the chance now and you're saying it's in the past" "I accidentally bumped into Xavier and Princess having sex in the toilet, so....." "You did what?" She was clearly shocked. "You heard me Comfort" a soft smile followed, it was obvious that it didn't hurt her anymore. He wasn't hers in the first place. "And don't interrupt me" she warned her. "Yes boss" she gave a sign of salute and they both ,laughed at it "After that day, they both texted me with pleas not to report them to the authorities"

Amelia said. Although they had other evidence like bank transactions, without his verbal confession, the people involved could just deny everything and say that it was a conspiracy. “Do you want to go and take a look?” Axel asked. Amelia thought about it and nodded. Maybe James might be triggered when he saw her and he might end up confessing everything.

“You could have at least lied to her about the parchment.” Flora didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her jaw hurt when she tried to speak. When Freya casually asked when Orien handed her the parchment, she had blurted out the truth. Sometimes speaking the truth was a bad thing. However, she always sucked at lying. Her small brain stopped working when she tried. “You’re fortunate I was there. Her Majesty doesn’t know I got you out of the room.” The cleaner’s face hovered above her. “It will be better if you just left and never came back.”

"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.

He was kept in a private dungeon. I clenched my jaw and balled my fist. Samantha will be happy if she learned that I found her brother, but how can I tell this to her? What if she got angry—of course, she will be. I've been hiding my real identity from her—my life status, I mean. Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Thanks, dude.” [No, prob. But, dude. I remember this Shane Miller. He was involved in your accident, right? Your father just covered it up to protect your family name.]

Not without someone else's help. "You know there's only one viable option. Write down your confession, and you'll soon be viable, too," my grim guest said, pointing to a nearby yellow notepad. His snarky remark only solidified my stance. I wouldn't make a false accusation, especially in court against the Alpha King. It would be perjury, for one, but I'd also be breaking my morals. There were standards I had in life that I didn't need to parse. This was defamation and scandal, and I was not a murderer.

I looked at her wrong. “I stayed with Trisha. "Hmm, are you sure?" "I don't have to lie to you," I murmured as seriously as possible. I felt sad and disappointed, definitely this day would not be pretty. -It's okay. Today I will come a little later than normal, I will stay working with a colleague. Will you do something after work? I denied. -Any. "Okay," and turned his gaze to the computer again.