Lazy Confessions Novels & Stories

If he knew about the trip, he probably knew the real reason. “I’m not stupid, Lee.” “I know that. But stop trying to drag information out of me. You know Zayden would kill me.” “Fine, fine… Zayden’s loyal disciple,” he mocked, and I rolled my eyes. We were still talking when Zayden walked back in. He shot me a look — the kind he gave whenever he thought I was talking to the crush I refused to confess my feelings to. “This is your chance to confess already,” Lucas whispered jokingly through the phone. “Stop using me as your cover. It’s been years since you came up with that excuse.”

How do you confess something you didn’t choose. My chest felt tight, not dramatic, just quietly suffocating. Like someone had pressed pause on my lungs. I opened my notes app because that felt safer than talking. I typed. I need to tell you something. Deleted. Please don’t be angry. Deleted. I didn’t cheat. I swear I didn’t cheat. Deleted. My fingers hovered, useless. There was no version of the truth that came out clean. There was no sentence that did not end in loss. Another message buzzed in.

“Don’t start with me.” You’re destroying your own family, he says, his tone biting. And for what? Lies? Pride? You’re better than this. “I’m not the one who’s been lying,” I argue, but my voice lacks conviction. The truth is, doubt has been gnawing at me since Chloe asked if her crimes were so unforgivable. Are you sure about that? My wolf’s voice is calm, probing. Think, Liam. Think about what you’ve seen with your own eyes, not what you’ve been told.

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

On the screen, there was a new post with the title: [So it's okay to do whatever you want if you're close to the university counselor. Inside, it detailed how Mr. Bonnie had leaked exam questions to Scarlett and helped her cover up for using someone else's identity to study at the university. Mr. Bonnie glanced at the screen and turned visibly pale. "Dean Sanders, this... this is slander! None of this is evidence! I can explain!" Dean Sanders waved his hand dismissively, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Enough! Starting today, you're suspended. We'll look into this further when the university has its investigation."

We froze. A figure stepped into the weak lantern light — Safiya Brick, the journalist. She raised her hands slowly. “I’ve been following you two for days,” she said quietly. “And I think it’s time we talked about what’s really buried under this goddamn place.” My pulse thundered in my ears. Another player, another risk. But perhaps…just perhaps…our first real ally.

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.

“And what if I am?” OH GREAT WE’RE BACK TO THIS MADNESS. I hold up a hand. “Sir. Please. I am too tired for confessions before breakfast.” “I wasn’t confessing.” “You ALWAYS say that before acting like a man about to confess.” He crosses his arms. “Do you not want me to?” I sputter. My brain short-circuits. Hailey.exe stops responding. “I— WHAT— HELLO??” He watches me. Silent. Unmoving.

she said. I hesitated. “We?” The word was a promise that tasted of iron and salt. I smiled. “We.” And for the first time in months, my chest didn’t ache with memory or maps of betrayal. Instead, I felt its opposite: that blazing potential of partnership. I moved forward, unzipped my jacket. Cassian tensed only half-protective. He knew me too well. Knew even danger had changed me. Inside was a folder. Top sheet: “CONFESSION: ARIA QUINN & CASSIAN VALE”. The camera inside captured every moment. A confession. Not a comeback but a reckoning.

Lazarus POV I watched the news as my wife handed me a cup of coffee. “Your son keeps getting worse every single day. When did he return?” I pointed towards the news. “Can you see all the trouble he keeps causing?” I asked. The headline read: “BREAKING: Leaked confession video surfaces in L&L Cosmetics scandal, laboratory cleaner claims he was blackmailed into tampering with Lumière foundation line.” She said nothing. “Can you just talk to him to stop this madness, at least he listens to you.”