Lazy Confessions Novels & Stories

And the fact that he never told her that the Lexor family was related to her. Yeah, love has selective vision and he was the perfect example. Lia was somehow the more clear headed one in this scenario. She just started working on her game. Lia had this habit. When she was bursting with something, she would try to delay it with some other work as a tactic. And when she felt somewhat calm, she would deal with it. This only worked for ten minutes and she kept having flashes of Aster. Lia sighed and smiled. "Stupid Lia!" This showed that her tactic wasn't working and she was still thinking about the confession.

LILA Several hours after my explosive outburst, I found refuge in a dimly lit bar, my identity concealed beneath a shroud of a scarf and dark shades. I had regained my composure, sitting in solitude, my fingers dancing over my phone, engrossed in the compromising photos that had arrived via an anonymous sender. With each passing moment, the truth etched itself deeper into my consciousness. Though my instinct screamed for Blaise to shoulder the blame, the images revealed unsettling loopholes. I zoomed in on a photo, the one capturing a moment between Amanda and Blaise. Their lips locked in what seemed like a forbidden kiss. Yet, as I delved deeper, the truth unfolded. Blaise's hands rested no

“Then I’ve been blind.” The room thickened, the air pressing heavy against my chest. Sophie didn’t argue. She didn’t rush to fill the silence or soften its edge. She let it stretch, let it grow, let me drown in the weight of my own words. The quiet became a mirror, reflecting the ache I couldn’t bury. Finally, the truth slipped out of me in a whisper, fragile and trembling, a confession I could barely bear to hear. “What if Xander’s right? What if Liam has been pulling every string all along?”

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..."

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, Loyalty says to her shyly. “What happened?” I asked them. “Oh Travis-“, Meme starts to say but I cut her off. “Not that! Gabe already told me about that asshat! And don’t you believe that bullshit for one second, baby girl”, I told Loyalty. “What are you going on about”? “I kind of had a melt down and confessed to my foster mother that we’re a thing”, Loyalty says as the pink has crept up her neck to her entire face now.

"Eve, who are you trying to fool? Other people might not know how you live, but I do. You wear the same few outfits over and over, and you always order the cheapest food in the cafeteria. Last month, you spent forever calculating how to save five dollars on your phone bill. At least Viola doesn't pretend to be someone she isn't. What do you have?" He spread his hands, his voice dripping with contempt. "No matter what designer purses you have, they are all imitations anyway. Aren't you ashamed to use someone else's handout to humiliate Viola?" I could hear the low chuckles from all around me as pain rose in my chest. Last month was Aaron's birthday. I saw a post about a limited-edition game c

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

“Brutal.” Layla picked at a loose thread on the comforter. “Yeah.” There was a gentle pause. “You really like this man,” Chloe said quietly. No teasing this time. Layla didn’t answer right away,then, so soft it was almost lost: “…I think I love him.” The confession hung between them—fragile, enormous, true. Chloe reached over and squeezed her hand once. “Good.” Layla blinked. “That’s it?” “What do you want? A PowerPoint presentation on red flags?”

Liam's voice was calm, rational—the exact opposite of the storm raging inside me as we sat in the Singapore airport's first-class lounge, waiting for the flight that would take us back to face murder charges, fraud investigations, and a future neither of us could predict. "That's not what I need to tell you." I stared at my untouched coffee, gathering courage for a confession I should have made weeks ago. "It's not about being pregnant. It's about what that pregnancy means. What it's done to me. What I'm terrified it will do to us." He set down his own cup, his full attention shifting to me with that intensity that had first drawn me to him in a crowded bar. "I'm listening." The words came h