Lazy Confessions Novels & Stories

The city buzzed in the distance, but his world had gone mute. “I don’t trust anyone anymore,” he said hoarsely. Kc stood beside him, looking out at the crumbling theater. "Loyalty ain't loud," he whispered. "It's the quiet things. The unseen sacrifices. The phone calls you don't make. The secrets you keep." Kim let out a slow breath. "And Valeria?" "She doesn't know," Kc replied quietly. Kim's head snapped toward him. "You haven't told her?" "Not until Adrian is in chains."

And I used to believe him. I used to think his slurred whispers were truth. But now? Now it was just another kind of cruelty. I said nothing. Gently, I guided him out to the car. He collapsed against me, head resting in my lap, peaceful like a child. Then came the whisper. Soft. Shaky. “Daisy…Daisy... why didn’t you choose me… why…” That was the moment everything snapped into place. The name he had whispered in his sleep for years.

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

Her confession today was different; not the usual petty transgressions of thought, but something deeper, more unsettling. "I… I have been having… impure thoughts, Father," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Thoughts that shame me. Thoughts of… flesh. Of touch. Of wanting…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet visible even in the dim light. Father Michael clenched his fists, the cheap fabric of his cassock rough against his skin.

One whispered just loud enough for Elara alone: “Still full of Daddy’s cum while your best friend offers you comfort. How much longer can you lie to that trusting face?” Elara’s promises of resistance dissolved into the steam-scented air. The fracture widened another painful inch. But Lyra still held on—trusting, loving, waiting for a confession that Elara could not yet bring herself to speak.

(LILY POV) Jeoff is really scary sometimes so i need to be careful of what I’m saying i thought i will be i will be able to skip a from him because i don't have the intention to tell him that I’ve been here i am just mistaken telling him in this i think i've been starting to be loyal to Jeoff over load I don't wanted to be loyal to this crazy man he is a liar and he is using his money, Dex get near me but before i already follow Jeoff. when were already on the dining table i don't mind all of his warnings to me.

Celeste leaned close, her breath hot against Lydia’s ear. “Something you don’t remember filming.” Then she walked past her, bare feet silent on the floor. Lydia stood alone now, the tape burning in her hand like sin. And for the first time since stepping into Damian’s house… She was afraid of herself. Lydia stared at the tape. Lydia — Confession. The label was the same crimson ink. Slanted. Confident. But she had no memory of ever sitting in front of a camera and spilling anything close to a confession. Not to Damian. Not to anyone.

It read: "It's been 2 and a half years and still no sign of a grandchild. This was not the agreement, Lillian. You don't want to test my patience. Hurry up and give me a grandchild, you barren witch." Typical. I had been getting these a lot since 5 months ago. I was trying okay? Her son was the difficult one but she wouldn't believe. "Laylay?" Gasping, I snapped my attention back to Kayden. "Yes. Yes." "Yes you did?" "No. I mean, yes I was talking to you." I chuckled nervously, rubbing my palm. "The first time, I was drunk so I barely remember it. The second time... It was - I don't know. It was like a bdsm setting and - I don't know, Kayden."

I sent the embezzlement confession at 11:32 AM, routing it through the encryption tunnel and three anonymized servers until it landed in Lydia Harmon's personal email with the subject line: Potential witness misconduct—Vance board meeting. The body of the message was sparse—just Chloe's signed confession, the bank records, and a note that said "The board deserves to know who it's trusting." If Lydia Harmon was half the investigator her reputation claimed, she'd have the documents verified within twenty-four hours. That gave her a full day before the meeting. Plenty of time.

Confusion latched my features ,I noticed the side tables door opened ,my eyes widen in understanding. he was taking the first aid kit from there and I thought he's going to rape me ,shame is all I felt at the moment I couldn't met his eyes, feeling ashamed on my own. I made fun of myself thinking the worst case scenarios. I am scared, ashamed,hungry,lost and what not.