Lazy Confessions Novels & Stories

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

Reasonable honestly. The contract had been accepted. God. Then came the secret. Fair. Lily leaned impossibly close. Reasonable. Then whispered: "I hide cookies sometimes." God. Finished. Absolutely finished. Fair. The confession. Reasonable honestly. Delivered directly to the baby. God. Who could not speak. Fair. Could not report her. Reasonable. Could not testify. God. The perfect accomplice. Fair. Then Lily looked around carefully. Reasonable. Then added: "And I don't always brush first time."

I met his reddened eyes and said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.” “Not you?” Tony let out a cold laugh, his expression dark. “Astrid, your acting is getting better and better. I thought you were really that generous, that you didn’t care. I didn’t expect you to use such despicable methods! “Don’t you trust my love for you? I told you that after the child is born, I’ll cut ties with her completely and let you raise the child. Are you really so narrow-minded and impatient?!” I knew that in front of them, any denial would be useless.

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air. Collapsing to the floor, Luna wept uncontrollably, her emotions pouring out. "These are the truths I have been hiding from you. It's okay if you hate me for what I've done. It's okay if you don't believe me. But everything I have shared is the truth." The room fell into an eerie stillness, engulfed by the weight of Luna's confession. Her tears echoed through the silence, a painful testament to the wounds she carried within her. Luna's heart shattered, fearing that Susan would turn away, forever severed by the truth she had laid bare.

“You’re all I need, Aiden.” “But you’re shaking,” He said worriedly. I bit my lower lip. Despite the little flames crawling inside my body, burning me whole, I was shaking. I gripped harder on his shoulders, perhaps blushing as my lips curved into a sheepish smile. “I have a confession to make.” I swallowed hard; my core was wet as I felt his hard manhood. “Confession…” He grinned, lowering his head and hovering his lips on my ear. “Better confess everything, Baby, because I’ll surely punish you today if I find out you misbehave.”

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

“F-father… what if it isn’t the Lord I’ve come to ask forgiveness from, but you? And what if… what if my heart isn’t completely pure? Would you still forgive me if I confess everything?” My face was flushed pink as I bit my bottom lip, the pressure of squeezing my thighs sending jolts of electricity down my spine. Oh fuck, I was about to confess… yet my pussy was so needy, so desperate—it was overwhelming. Enzo didn’t respond immediately. The booth fell into a tense silence for a beat longer before his voice finally cut through, gruff and commanding. “Confess, and everything depends on your actions afterwards.”

My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.