Stories Confessions Novels & Stories

“I’m yours! Ahhh—fuck, Nate, I’m yours!” The dirty words spilled from my lips without a second of hesitation. I didn't care about Derek. I didn't care about my marriage, my reputation, or the consequences waiting for me tomorrow. All that existed in the entire universe was the wall behind the bed frame violently crashing against the drywall and the wet, slapping sound of our skin colliding, and the absolute destruction Nate was wreaking upon my body. He let out a deep, chest-rumbling groan at my confession, his pace turning fast, frantic, and completely lethal.

I take my time selecting a bottle. When I turn around, the energy in the room has shifted. Something has changed while my back was turned. They're all looking at Cole now, some silent conversation happening between them. "What?" I crack open my beer. "You guys look weird." "Cole was just telling us," Marcus says slowly, "about your little confession last Thanksgiving." My blood goes cold. "What confession?" "The one where you got drunk and told him you'd been having dreams about all of us." Theo's smile is different now. Hungry. "The dirty kind."

"No. But it mentions Hastings Medical. Says she made millions off a tip she got from someone on the inside. Laughs about how the person who gave her the information had no idea they were helping her commit fraud." The walls of the coffee shop felt closer than they had a moment ago. "That's a confession," Leighton said. "Yes." "That clears Noah." "Maybe. If the SEC believes it's real. If they care more about the truth than closing their case." Chloe's voice was hard. "But it's a start." Leighton pulled out her own phone. Called Noah. He answered on the first ring. "Leighton?" "Come to the coffee shop on Fifth. Right now." Her voice was steady. "Chloe has something you need to see."

She assured him, squeezing his hand while trying hard not to moan as my fingers gently rubbed her hole, she shut her eyes trying hard to hold it in but not for long, I knew she would give in eventually. Her legs squeezed tightly against my hand, trying to stop me from going further but it was pointless, I could tell she was so close to cumming, her eyes shut and despair twitched on her lips. “What if your uncle finds out what you're doing?” she whispered. “Fuck.” She cursed hoarsely, every hear turned to her direction. “What’s wrong baby.” Uncle Frank asked her. “You seem stressed.” “I’m fine.” She jumped to her feet, breathing heavily as she looked around the table and slowly sat back on

"How selfish are you? As part of the family, you should think of our legacy. Girls can't continue the family." Frank had pulled me away, taking me to a room and closing the door. Now, her curses dragged me back to reality. "Frank cheated," I said evenly. He grabbed the phone, shouting, "You're lying!" "I saw you with Lila the night my stomach condition flared up." I shot back. That night, he had claimed he worked overtime, but it turned out he went to find Lila. Ashley demanded the truth, but Frank went silent. She fainted in a fury, and chaos erupted.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

He stammered. " I have no idea what happened but thanks to your stupidity, the whole of Winchester already knows about what happened years ago and last night. And the story is so twisted, Serena is regarded as the whore here! The paper says she seduced both brothers!!" She threw at him, anger dripping from her word. Gerald could only stare ahead, his gaze unseeing. " Congratulations Gerald. But you just succeeded in ruining everything I've spent years to grow."

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

Connor looked at Annette coldly and asked, "How does it feel to have someone confess to you?" Annette asked in surprise, "How did you know? Marcus must have lied to me. We agreed that I would tell you in person." Connor snorted. "He didn't say it. It seems that you have discussed it. Alright, tell me what you want to say." Annette thought for a moment and said, "If Marcus didn't say it, was it Fiona?" "Who else would it be except for her?" Connor said to Annette. Annette said unhappily, "She must be talking nonsense again. At noon, a boy confessed to me. Because there were too many people watching, I left with him alone and went somewhere quiet to talk."

"If I confide in you, do you swear not to tell Alpha Bradley?" Conan considered me with a frown. "That depends on the nature of this...confession." I worried my lip anxiously. It was a gamble, but I had to take the chance, for my children's sake. I took a deep breath and began my story.