Lazy Confessions Novels & Stories

the CFO said smoothly, his voice oil over water, “I return humbled. There were… misunderstandings. Missteps. My son acted rashly, without my knowledge or sanction. You know my record of service. You know my loyalty.” Zaria felt her chest tighten. She had been practicing, honing the skill Mara had drilled into her with ruthless honesty. Listening to the pulse beneath words, to the rhythm that betrayed truth and falsehood. It wasn’t perfect. It exhausted her. But tonight, sitting in this boardroom drenched in ambition and lies, her gift hummed sharp. The CFO’s heart skipped when he said loyalty. Just a fraction of a beat, but she heard it. Felt it. Her throat closed. Her gaze flicked instincti

He hesitated, then said, “Someone leaked an incomplete report. It makes it look like there’s misappropriation in our charity division. There isn’t. But by the time we prove that, the damage will be done.” “Who would leak it?” He exhaled slowly, staring at the amber liquid in his glass. “I have my suspicions.” “Who?” He looked at me then: sharp, unreadable. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll find them.” The way he said it sent a chill through me. When I went to bed that night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the Lydia I’d been six months ago: happy, naive, certain that life had finally given her everything she’d ever wanted.

"Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in a deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her". Silence. "Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left. * * Her name is Isabelle. And the story of how she became the last confessor.... The confessors were females with special powers of compulsion. They compare someone by forcing them to look into their eyes, then the power takes over. The person becomes their slaves for as long as they live and do every single thing they say. The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies.

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

He didn’t move. “I mean..” My fingers curled shyly into the sheets, my knuckles whitening as I searched for the right words to say that wouldn’t make me look desperate. “.. Could you please.. Lie next to me. Just… for a while. I think I need closure and reassurance that I’m not going crazy from the events of what’s happening.. That I won’t go crazy or mad.” The confession felt too exposed and almost ridiculous the moment it left my mouth. Too honest.. Too fragile.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

We managed to ward off Abaddon and bring back Harper. The first thing the idiot does is to glare at me—he must have missed me dearly can’t say I didn’t miss him probably missed him more. I got so many things to share with him. Let’s begin today’s confession shall we? LIFE IS PARTLY WHAT WE MAKE IT, AND PARTLY WHAT IT IS MADE BY THE FRIENDS WE CHOOSE TENNESSEE WILLIAMS “I just had the craziest dream. I think I heard your stupid voice moaning like a goat what the fuck Mason?” Harper said, glaring at me

shouted Leo, who couldn't stand Hendramo's behavior anymore. "No! Absolutely not. We don't discuss stuff like that, I swear. We only talked about work.” “How can I trust you? See, your legs are shaking pretty hard, right?” Hendramo, who heard that, immediately looked down and indeed found his legs shaking. Knowing that he had no other choice, Leo finally took a deep breath and decided to trust Hendramo for now. “If something goes wrong, you become the main suspect, Hendramo.”

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.

Zackery moved his fingers and said. I stepped forward. He leaned towards me and said, "I want you to know that this is a very sensitive moment. You have to show our unconditional loyalty to Lycidas, because he is haunted and has become paranoid these days. He has eliminated almost everyone in his old cabinet except Dire, you, and me. Now, with everyone's life on a thread, I wonder who is going to be the next." As he was saying, his hand shifted into a black wolf claw with razor-sharp nails. He slowly dragged his claw against the skin across my neck and all the way down to my chest.