Stories Confessions Novels & Stories

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,

"Mom, Clara sold our company secrets and still dares to join the contest." She pulled out a magazine, pointing to the rival's early spring collection. The designs were identical to mine. Ruth, who valued the company above everything else, panicked upon seeing this.

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?

A boy who had once believed silence was safety. “I never thought I’d have to do this,” he began, his voice steady. “But someone has to speak first, and if I don’t, he wins.” He detailed the stalking. The manipulation. The threats. He spoke about Adrien Wolfe by name. And then he said the words that would spark wildfire: “Obsession isn’t love. Power isn’t romance. And pain no matter how well it’s dressed up will never be a love letter.” They posted it to every platform they could reach.

Louis suddenly called out, stopping me. He held out his hand to me, his tone condescending. "Hand over all the client files you have, as well as that multi-billion-dollar project you're currently working on. "These are company secrets. If you take them with you, it's illegal." I replied coldly, "All the files are on my computer. As for that collaborative project..." I looked down at the shredded documents on the floor and pointed at Flora. "She just tore it all to pieces." Hearing this, Flora immediately averted her eyes and leaned coyly into Louis's embrace, pouting.

But everyone didn't agree with him. "Don't let everyone know about this. They know that it was just Red who knew this. But Red told us about this." Amari said. "No, I won't. I'm just saying that---" "Stop thinking what you're thinking right now." "Okay, fine. I won't tell my mom and never ask her help." Leonard said, finally giving up on telling her mom about this case. "Let's go to her room, shall we?" Loony asked. "Let's go."

His rumbling voice affecting my confidence. “And what your anonym friend is thinking about this?” I mumbled not so sure about the result. “Ha-ha, exploring the loopholes, are we? There is no point. He doesn’t care until you’re not dead.” My brain was frantically searching for a way out of this. Maybe-

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

He paused and sighed deeply. “I’m really sorry for what I did. I admit I had been following you that night and got desperate. When I had my chance, I lied to my cousin and…” he squeezed his eyes shut for a second and whispered. “And drugged you, but I swear, I promised to leave you alone. Spending the night in jail and having my reputation ruined was enough. I have lost a lot of clients already. If only I had known Adam Knight was your friend,” he muttered, his voice regretful and failing.