Goonies Chunk Confession の小説・ストーリー

“Quick, what’s you number. I need to get back before they miss me, but we I promise I will talk to you about this as soon as possible.” I take his phone and add my name and number to it. Then give it back to him. The woman calls again and see her across the large lobby. She was an older version of Melody. If meeting my baby daddy with vomit on my chest was bad, meeting my potential mother-in-law this way would be way worse. Jareth seemed to understand this, bless him. “I promise I will text you later.” He pressed his forehead to my one more time, before peeling back off into the crowd. I ran back into the bathroom to vomit again.

You'd better not disgrace him. Playing a game, huh? Scoffing, I retorted, "What kind of game involves stripping naked and getting someone to bring you condoms?" I pointed at Sheryl, who was in the corner. "Ms. Carter can be my witness." After freezing for a moment, Zoey stormed up to Sheryl and slapped her hard. "Sheryl Carter! How dare you betray me? You can forget about the money for your mom's hospital bills!" Sheryl looked past Zoey. Our eyes met, and I gave her a slight nod.

I could feel the weight of fifty pairs of eyes on me—curious, terrified, judgmental. The whispers started almost instantly, crawling like insects across the room. "Did you see that? Bradford actually took him down..." "Is that the new girl’s fiancé?" "Did Jovan steal her from him? Is that why he lost it?" A few yards away, partially obscured by a decorative pillar, Chloe Hayes let out a soft, satisfied hum. She tapped her phone screen, ending the recording. She replayed the last five seconds—the punch, the blood, my collapse. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. She slipped the phone into her designer bag and disappeared into the staff elevator before the guards could even turn around.

A few sheets of yellowed paper with curling edges. Me at four, in worn-out clothes. Second-degree burns across the upper left ribs. Subject reports hot soup was poured on her. Guardian denies. "…Discovered inside an abandoned factory at the border. Chained to a basement pipe. Long-term confinement. Old scars across the trunk and limbs — at least fifteen consistent with burns." "Old, untreated fracture in the left lower leg. Minor permanent limp. Large open wound across the back, not yet healed… A neighbor witnessed the foster mother punishing her with iron fire-tongs. Statement recorded."

“Your confession… is already in the hands of every major news outlet.” A young officer handed me my phone, which had been collected as evidence and quickly returned. The screen was lit up with a barrage of notifications—dozens of missed calls from LJ, texts from frantic friends, and news alerts. I tapped the screen. The headline was from a major network. “LEGAL ICON GWEN GONZALEZ CONFESSES TO MURDER IN BOMBSHELL RECORDING.” Below it was a video player. With a trembling finger, I pressed play.

She cleared her throat and left, quite embarrassed. Chloe sat close to Mr Croydon. "We have so much to do together" he said. "Yes grandpa" she blushed. "Let's all eat" he said. They grabbed their fork to start digging, Ginny sprung up, banging her hand on the table. Everyone shook in fear, wondering what her problem was. "I have a confession to make" she said. They started murmuring. The doctor thought he has seen enough already. "Can't it wait, Ginny?" He asked her.

“F-father… what if it isn’t the Lord I’ve come to ask forgiveness from, but you? And what if… what if my heart isn’t completely pure? Would you still forgive me if I confess everything?” My face was flushed pink as I bit my bottom lip, the pressure of squeezing my thighs sending jolts of electricity down my spine. Oh fuck, I was about to confess… yet my pussy was so needy, so desperate—it was overwhelming. Enzo didn’t respond immediately. The booth fell into a tense silence for a beat longer before his voice finally cut through, gruff and commanding. “Confess, and everything depends on your actions afterwards.”

Chapter 78 *. *. *. *. * Bonnie went to school the next day and everyone was talking about her. She was surrounded by her peers including Rose during lunch break. "Is it true you crushed the killer?" A little boy asked her as she smiled and nodded. "Did you also take two of his men down at a spot?" A girl asked. . "yup! I did. With my bare hands," she said smiling. She wondered who was feeding them with these lies but she refused to tell them the truth because she was enjoying the moment.

"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.

Dime and I conversed while eating our food, Dime had chicken tenders and fries with a Reese's concrete mixer, while I had a grilled cheese and cheese curds with an oreo concrete mixer. "So, how are we feeling about the boys' confessions?" Dime asked as she ate a spoonful of her mixer, "I feel very conflicted with the confessions. They hurt us and put us both through hell and then they say how they liked us and they didn't want to hurt us but had to, I think the whole thing is dumb and possibly just a way to see where "Saph and Dime" are," I admitted as I popped a cheese curd into my mouth,