The Asylum Confessions Novels & Stories

The conflicting emotions, a swirling tempest within him, found a momentary anchor in the hope that the hospital's expertise would navigate Ashley through the turbulent aftermath of the gas exposure. As the emergency room doors closed behind them, Ian stood in the sterile corridor, the echoes of Ashley's delirium lingering in his ears. The ambivalence that had accompanied their journey in the ambulance remained, a silent companion to the unfolding medical drama. The conflict within Ian, a potent blend of concern and affection, mirrored the delicate dance between vulnerability and danger that had defined their journey through the city's illuminated night.

“I…I… don’t … know —” He gave her a pointed look “look, I am not playing around here and you had better talk, I’m not a patient man. I saw you sneak out of the Alpha’s room in the early hours of the morning, you were limping, I could perceive it – the Alpha is the first man you have ever been with. So you are pregnant?” He said with a deep frown. Fiona swallowed, her hands shaking in fear “I…I….it was a mistake, the Alpha was drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing, I’m sorry —”

He says. "So, why did you end things with her?" I asked. "It wasn't going anywhere and I knew that I had a mate out there somewhere and I didn't want to keep wasting my time with her." He says. "That's fair enough...I guess." I say. Then the door opened and Cole was standing there with a frazzled look on his face and not really knowing what to say. "What is it?" Alpha Asher asked. "You better just come and see for yourself." Cole says. So we both got up and went into the house where there were people everywhere in the foyer and living room that were also spilling into the dining room. All looking haggard and exhausted. "They're looking for asylum." Cole tells us.

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.

The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies. The confessors referred to themselves as "sisters" and lived together and of course, they had a leader. Isabelle's sister was their leader. King Caesar - back then, when he was still a prince - had been on a long trip with some guards. When it was nightfall, they found a place to camp, but unknown to them, it was close to the camp of the confessors. While they were asleep, the confessors attacked them and confessed him - Caesar - alongside some of his men. He was confessed by Tabitha - Isabelle's blood sister and the leader of the confessors at that time.

Lance replied. “What now, Lance? Do we use this evidence to drag these people down? Or should we start by contacting the Mafia they were going to sell me to? Oh. Wait. They did sell me to the Mafia. I just managed to escape on time.” Aspen looked down at the papers in her hands again and wondered why her life was so chaotic. Then, she recalled what Kailin said about finding out the truth. Did he say those things to make a fool out of her?

Surprisingly, Ashton raised his face and looked at me in the eyes, I could not figure out if the expression on his face was angry or annoyed, but all I knew was, he did not like the last thing I said. "T-They rape me," Ashton said sobbing, his tone is full of bitterness and anger. I froze and seconds later my body starts to tremble as I fully processed the words he just said. What the fuck did he just confess? H-He was rape? How? When? I can't grasp what he just confessed because I've been with him all the time and I always look at his well-being. "Who?" I asked confused. "T-Those men on the beach, they r-rape me." Ashton stammered in response, his eyes are already red from crying.

she said. I hesitated. “We?” The word was a promise that tasted of iron and salt. I smiled. “We.” And for the first time in months, my chest didn’t ache with memory or maps of betrayal. Instead, I felt its opposite: that blazing potential of partnership. I moved forward, unzipped my jacket. Cassian tensed only half-protective. He knew me too well. Knew even danger had changed me. Inside was a folder. Top sheet: “CONFESSION: ARIA QUINN & CASSIAN VALE”. The camera inside captured every moment. A confession. Not a comeback but a reckoning.

Asher yelled, and slowly Leonard turned his gaze at asher. "She was left in a loop of her worst nightmares," he answered before turning his gaze at evelyn who shivered in fear with her arm wrapped against her legs whispering the same words repeatedly "Get away from me, Get away from me," she had spent the last few minutes reliving the moments of being strapped to a table while the asylum's doctor Mr Oliver would have his sick twisted fun with her by torturing her mentally and physically, she was broken unable to tell she wasn't in the asylum.

Derek’s loud, stern voice echoed through the room, snapping me out of my trance. The heavy wooden door at the front of the conference room swung open. A tall man walked in, holding a small stack of manuscript papers in his hand. He was wearing a plain, slightly worn jacket, his dark hair messy, his posture tense. My breath caught in my throat. My eyes went wide as saucers, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst. Nate. It was fucking Nate. I pressed my back hard into my chair, terrified to breathe, terrified to move. What the hell was he doing here?