I Have A Confession To Make Song Novels & Stories

I got fooled by their tricks. “I know the truth now I know who you are And I don't love you anymore” I already know what their true colors are. I already know what kind of person they are. I know who they are. “Never was and never will be You don't know how you've betrayed me And somehow you have everybody fooled It never was and never will be You're not real and you can't save me Somehow now you're everybody's fool” I ended the song. -END OF FLASHBACK- ***

"Chloe, sing this with me." Chloe Bishop didn't overthink it—she took the mic. After the intro, two pleasant voices filled the room: "You said you loved the wrong one, your heart covered in scars." "You said you made the wrong mistakes, your chest full of regret." "You said you've tasted every bitterness in life, and found no one left to trust..." Chloe Bishop gradually realized the lyrics hit too close to home—almost like a deliberate confession of heartache. She didn't want to appear so deeply wounded in front of Xavier Grayson, so she set the microphone down.

Tj repeats “Well now we confess” “That’s not how-“ Before Cole could have a valid crash out at Tj the small window seated between the booths open up and someone speaks. “Confession” a voice says from the other side, smooth and bored “State your sins” Tj doesn’t miss a beat and says “Bless me Father, for I’m about to sin” There’s a pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “Bold” the voice says “Proceed” Something clicks beneath the bench, the wooden wall behind us shifts- opening as cold air blows from the candle lit stairs going down.

“I didn’t come here to make you remember. I actually came because I’d like to make a confession, if you have time.” The request caught me off guard, but the pastoral response was automatic. “Of course. Follow me.” I led him inside to the small confession booth and settled onto the worn cushion on my side of the screen. Oscar’s silhouette shifted on the other side, and after a long silence his voice came through the mesh, quiet and raw.

Creighton drew a deep breath as he pulled his tee-shirt off. “I don’t know this song of yours, I’m afraid.” Sandra stood and hurried down the hall to the bedroom, ignoring the display of wrinkled bedding, kinky toys and handcuffs spread across the very used bed. She pulled her iPod from her purse and shuffled through the many songs as she walked back into the room, just in time to see Creighton remove his jeans. She blushed at the revelation that he had not bothered to put on underwear, then quickly found the song she was looking for. She turned it on, allowing the song to filter through the small speaker. Creighton listened for a few minutes, his eyes narrowing at her.

Mel's POV I clear my throat, feeling the alcohol loosening my restraint. “This one’s for my mom,” I announce, my slurred voice booming through the room. Then, I start singing the lyrics to “Rain” by Sleep Token—loudly and likely off-key. Who fucking cares.

If it were some news it would have been easy for me to talk, and I would have been done with it by now. What I’m about to say is something that’s so so easy to blurt out. “I’m waiting Robert…” Julian says bringing my wandering thoughts back to the present, and I look up at him. I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans and I took deep breaths, I had no idea it would be this hard. I wished I din’t get involved to begin with. I start to make my face look remorseful, as I finally say, “I’m here to make a confession.”

Henry:i don't know why, Why I did those things to you, What happened through my mind and I don't know why, Why I broke heart again, I guess that I was blind Oh baby how I wish you, could forgive me, Just one more time. Baby And I swear,I'll be there Anytime you want me too, I'll be true,just for you Don't leave me lonely, Cause I need you I sang and kneel down in front of her and everyone gasped including her. Yes I've been a fool, Now I see the price to pay, I can't run and hide Am loosing you, And am just a step away, Each time I lie oh baby how I wish you, could forgive me,

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

But just before he stepped out, he turned again. "You're really okay?" I parted my lips. Suddenly, a thin thread of hope rose inside me. "If I weren't okay… would you stay with me?" He paused—only for a heartbeat—then smiled. "Cammy, don't be ridiculous. Rita's still waiting for me at the hospital. Go to bed early. I'm leaving." The door closed. And I finally broke. I cried for choosing the wrong man. I cried for how foolish I was—still holding out hope for someone who had already shown me the ending.