Lazy Confessions Novels & Stories

Laziel panted, pushing between our stiffened bodies to get closer to her bedside. If I weren't so worried about the woman too, I would have considered his bed manners creepy. “What exactly is wrong with her? It couldn't be anything the confessor did, could it?” Ronan started, and I watched the old man open and close his lips wordlessly in a way that made my wolf stand to attention. Nothing? “Well, its the strangest thing, Your Highness. Forgive me if I overstep by asking…but how much do you trust this Confessor?” His voice had fallen to a resonating murmur that made the faces of the two men turn to me.

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

his hoarse voice cracked. I did not speak again. I heard him sigh very loud and deep before pulling himself up. He struggled to stand up, as if he was very weak. My lips parted, but I stopped myself from talking. Slowly, he went behind me, and pushed my wheelchair towards the elevator. The cold and harsh wind kissed my face as soon as we got in the rooftop. He looked at me, so weak and lifeless. I lifted my chin. “Tell me everything.” I saw how he swallowed hard. Is he having a hard time confessing about his lies, or he's hesitating because he doesn't want to let me go? I will choose the latter, but I don't wanna get my hopes so high again.

Then all eyes turn to me. “You may speak, my son.” The Father’s voice makes my breath cease. Unlinking my fingers, I fist them at my sides, gathering all the courage I can muster. “I-I’ve killed, stolen, and am guilty of the seven deadly sins. But I don’t want to be free from them, except one… Lust.” The silence is jarring. Nothing moves. What are they thinking? They better not judge me. Confession Tuesdays are highly confidential. It better stay that way.

Morning arrived without mercy. No gentle transition. No soft forgiveness. Just light pouring through the curtains like exposure. Like truth demanding witnesses. --- Cathy woke first. For a moment she didn’t move. Didn’t breathe differently. Because Daniel’s arm was around her waist. Heavy. Warm. Real. --- Last night rushed back in fragments. Confession. Lillian. The call. The way he chose her without trembling. --- Hope stirred again. Dangerous thing. Always returning with amnesia.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

"Or do you need a helping hand?" I carefully unwrapped the brown paper. Inside was a USB drive and a single piece of paper with one word written on it: *Confess.*

Hae Jin huffed. "He is right on so many levels. The confessional as so…" Nari chipped in dreamily. *Cough! Luna interrupted as if to say"I don't want to pass through the ear torture of listening to you showing off about your great time at the confessional. I'm not that bored." Nari, "Whatever." Seems like she got the memo too. "Don't be babies and over exaggerate things guys," Liam rolled his eyes, "I believe the next event is going to start any time soon."

I took a sip of my drink and replied, "It's water," trying to maintain my facade. Triston seemed puzzled by my response, but I didn't bother explaining further. ----------------------------------- Some time had passed by, as I was ignoring the man at my side. He was going on about something- probably the fact that I’ve had four more what he believed to be waters and have finally begun to feel numb at his words. Music began playing in the ballroom again, and I felt like dancing. I was handed one more drink that I happily took.

I am a guilty man who is relieved to be caught, and there are more of us than the loud angry ones would have you believe. I read it aloud to the table, and the room absorbed it. "That is either the truth," Lydia said slowly, "or it is a man who has read this family's entire public story and understood precisely what we respond to. We are known now, Elara. The accounting, the guilty pleas, the foundation. Anyone who studied us for a week would know that the way through our gate is confession. He is offering us the one currency we have publicly announced we accept." "Which is exactly why we cannot verify him with feelings," I said. "His confession moves me, and that is the danger, because it w