Midnight Confessions Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

He grabbed tissues from a drawer, wiped between her legs, gentle now, almost careful. She cleaned his cock with another handful, then herself. Clothes went back on in frantic silence. Her panties were ruined so, she left them on the floor under the desk. A sharp knock at the door. Lia froze. She smoothed her hair, wiped under her eyes to clean her tears. Jason adjusted his tie, ran a hand through his hair. His face was flushed but composed. “Come in,” he called, voice steady. The door opened. His assistant stepped inside. “Mr. Carter, the quarterly reports are ready for…”

DAY 11 One secret life with therapists was that they would have to carry someone else's secrets to their graves. Dr montoya moorman's deepest secrets was disclosed, no, not with Jorge Roach's confession about having an affair with mrs Cains mother who lived at some obscure red bricked home in Durham, hers was when, several weeks ago, mrs Damaris Cain had opened the door for her in meeting with her son, Adulf, aged 15.

EPISODE FIFTY TWO THEME: Rosalyn’s confession ROSALYN RAMIREZ APARTMENT, CHICAGO Jaylen looked lost as he stared at Rosalyn. He couldn't place what was wrong with her, he had never seen her so vulnerable. He was becoming worried that she might have a concussion and there would be the need to call the doctor.

This was the last measure that I thought could save my unfortunate life, even if just a little. I, Rosalynn Carter, a 21-year-old college student, was engaging in a virginity transaction with a stranger for one million dollars. While my peers were burning with passion and enthusiasm, why had God pushed me into this dead end? In the dim yellow light, a strong emotion suddenly surged up, causing me to bite my lip to stop the sobs from echoing.

That night, in my dorm room, I wrote in my notebook by the faint light of a desk lamp: “Some doors, once opened, cannot be closed. I’ve crossed the threshold, and there is no turning back.” I closed the notebook, knowing the truth of it. We hadn’t acted on anything forbidden yet but the emotional line had shifted. The classroom was no longer the safe ground of intellectual debate. Every conversation, every glance, every shared silence had become a battlefield of desire and restraint. And neither of us was ready to retreat. The First Confession (Eve’s POV) The library was nearly empty that evening, the soft hum of fluorescent lights blending with the distant tapping of keys and murmured footf

“All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.” Light murmurs of disbelief filled the room but none were loud enough to hinder the continuation of my words. “I have met with the witch who foretold of my birth and I have learned the whole truth of who I am. It maybe hard to believe, I know it is still hard for me, but within my soul lies a part of the Goddess herself. She has gifted me this piece of her to help guide our kind back to our intended path and away from the darkness that Eli and the Blood Moon pack are spreading.”

I absentmindedly drove to Rosemary and stayed sitting in the car, engine off, keys in my lap, fingers frozen around the steering wheel. If I took a little longer than usual getting out, well… no one had to know. No one had to know that the idea of seeing Ryan, of him looking at me with those intuitive jade-green eyes, made my stomach twist. I didn’t trust myself not to break. Not to confess everything I’d been hiding since yesterday’s letter. I forced myself out of the car eventually, taking steady breaths as I walked into Rosemary. Luckily, Ryan was busy. Not “typing on his iPad but will look up the moment he senses me” busy, but actually busy.

I bought a notebook on Thursday. Black. Unlined. The kind with no branding on the cover – forgettable, the kind of thing that could sit on a desk and look like nothing. It wasn't nothing. I started writing on the first page in the parking lot of the bookstore with the engine still running and my coffee going cold in the cupholder. Not prose. Not feelings. Dates. Times. Facts. February 14 – Bar. Rhys and I meet. Nobody knows yet. But within weeks of the deal going public, Caleb drops the expulsion half–truth like a grenade. The campaign starts.

She came out wearing her glasses and looking sleepily, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and wearing a worn out nightwear. Oh shit! I've been so occupied that I've forgotten to change her wardrobes. I made a mental note to do that as possible. But first thing first. I broke the news to her. “Really??” she exclaimed in relief. “Yes. My team just called to tell me that” I replied. “Who's that??” she asked. “Who is after my life?” “Troy Carrington,” I replied. “Damon Master's assistant.” “Who is Damon Masters??” she blinked rapidly.

Chapter 1: The Confession & The Setup Few weeks later… Lena knew something was wrong the second Ryan walked through the front door. He didn’t kiss her cheek like usual. Didn’t drop his briefcase and loosen his tie with that tired sigh she’d grown used to. Instead, he locked the door behind him—slowly, deliberately—and turned to face her in the foyer. His expression was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that made her stomach twist. She was in the living room, barefoot on the rug, wearing nothing but yoga shorts and a cropped tank that clung to her sweat-damp skin from her afternoon workout. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, cheeks still flushed.