Stories Confessions Novels & Stories

Hi guys, my name is Chime Chinonso and I’m from Enugu, Nigeria. May I know your name and where you are from Confessions Of An Exorcist is one of my best stories and you are going to enjoy it. If you haven’t seen my other work “SHADOW” please do. It is worth the read. I’m gonna blow your mind. This work is completely an imaginative one. Any character in resemblance to actual person- living or deceased is a coincidence. Every character in this book is a product of the author’s imagination.

was all he managed to stammer out. Sienna, unfazed, continued, "There's more to the story. If you tune in to ‘Channel 24/7 News’ right now, you will see the arrest of Lyra's co-conspirator and hear his recorded confession. There's a wealth of information there that might surprise you."

Small things anchored me when everything else wanted to float away. “Okay, fine.” I turned and explained everything to her, the words tumbling out in the uneven order of confession: the money, Abraham, the lie I had told to get it. I watched her face the whole time, looking for the moment she would break. “This is wrong, Sarah,” she said simply.

Hilda says evenly without a hint of fear. I begin to pace as my blood boils. Hatred towards a man rotting in the earth spirals through me. I want to dig him up and shred every piece of his decayed body. How have I been so blind? It took a stranger five seconds to expose the lies surrounding my mate's murder. "If you calm down, I will tell you my story now," Hilda grumbles as she watches me pace back and forth.

I was now facing him. “You want to end the show as it was started?” he was smirking. “Confessions. Everybody will confess what they did? Why did they do it? That way Mona will fail in her own game.” I spoke. “Ofcourse, there will be more. Try to find more of her doings. There is no way she was all fair throughout these years.” “Do you want me to talk to the VC? I have some connections-,”

> Sometimes, what they call a scandal is just two people refusing to stay silent. My pulse steadied as I typed, line after line—no edits, no filters, just honesty bleeding through every word. It wasn’t a statement. It wasn’t an article. It was a confession. And as I hit save, renaming the file The Hidden Draft, I knew one thing for certain— once this saw daylight, nothing would ever be the same again.

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.

“Is that what you are now? All serious businessman and daddy’s company?” “I work at his company, yes, but I am still the guy who knocked up a girl at a party because I was too drunk to remember a condom.” He smiled at me on that one and my stomach flipped. I am sure that was the morning sickness. I’ll say that is what is was. “Are you going to also need prep time for that conversation?” “Yes I am. It’s your turn though. Tell me about how you grew up.”

she said. "By who?" Dawn questioned, her tone inquisitive. "Someone I trusted," Hailey replied, and in simple words narrated her ordeal to Dawn. "I used to work in a very reputable news organization. I had a boyfriend, who also worked in a news house. His name is Connor.” “There was this gig, a great job and I needed it for my long overdue promotion. My boss requested that I get that story straight, and I was going to get the promotion.” “I told Connor about it and decided to help out. I was glad. I thought he loved me and wanted to support me, so I trusted him. I believed everything was nice and okay once we finished our research.”

Adrian’s eyes widened in shock. “I thought deeply about it, someone had been stalking me for a while now, they knew my every move. I sat down at that table and made plans for my day-to-day activities, we had conversations, I broke down at that table, I cried, I bared my heart out. Whoever it was, was privy to first-hand information about me, about us, every one of us...” Adrian was deep in thought. She leaned closer, “Your confession about the mafia, they knew all about it too, the news reports, they were responsible for all of it...”