La Confesion Novels & Stories

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.

I will remember this day forever! ...closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers! ... And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn. His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. Was the cake so good? Damn it! Why couldn't he look at me when I was looking at him so desperately, ready to confess my love that I had buried for three long years!

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

“It has been… three weeks since my last confession.” His voice came through the screen, low, calm, familiar. “Go on, child.” She swallowed. “I’ve had… impure thoughts.” Her face burned. “About a man. About… what I want him to do to me. I touch myself thinking about it. I can’t stop.” Silence on the other side. Then the latch clicked. The door to her side of the confessional opened. Father Michael stood there, black shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled to his forearms, eyes dark and unreadable.

The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, the gravity of his past actions casting a shadow over their present interaction. Audrey inhales deeply, her composure a fragile shield against the flood of emotions threatening to engulf her. Paul's confession hangs between them, his admission of shame and a loss of control laying bare the depths of his remorse. "Audrey, I am ashamed. I was out of control," he confesses, his voice laced with vulnerability as he lays bare his inner turmoil.

he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of remorse and vulnerability. The word "astonished" would be an understatement to describe the whirlwind of emotions that swept through me as Marius laid bare his confession, each word ringing crystal clear in my ears. I found myself blinking repeatedly as if trying to dispel the notion that this was all just a surreal dream. Yet, despite my attempts to rationalize, the weight of Marius's words settled upon me like a heavy truth, impossible to ignore.

He pulled his hat low and left. Days later, a body was found by a frozen lake. His face was purple and unrecognizable from the cold. I recognized the jacket. It was the gift I gave Frank for our first anniversary. Livio covered my eyes as the news played. "Don't watch. You'll have nightmares." He turned off the TV, pulling me close. I smiled, "You're right. I won't watch it anymore." The End

Tonight the church is empty and I’m sitting in his confession booth with my heart in my throat and my underwear already wet. The wood smells like incense and furniture polish, and when he settles on his side of the screen I hear his breathing change because he knows it’s me before I say a word. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” “How long since your last confession?” His voice is tight, careful, the way you handle something that might break if you hold it wrong. I give him the easy sins first because I want him comfortable. Missed mass, took the Lord’s name in vain, never visited my grandmother enough.

Aisha said glaring at Zainab. Zainab sighed in defeat. She knew this two will never let go of her till she said the truth. So she told them all about Maryam's confession, Isma'il's true character and more. When she was done they both looked speechless. Jamila spoke when she found her tongue. "Are you out of your mind Zainab?!" She said in a loud whisper. "You don't have any idea what you've done do you?" Zainab stared blankly at her. What is she talking about? Zainab thought. She should be congratulating me because I did the right think, all thanks to Maryam.

Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."