The Asylum 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,

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.

He closed his eyes, his finger moving inside his hole to clear every corner. After that, he applied the medicine around the hole and walked out of the bathroom. He was soon discharged from the hospital, and a Mercedes-Benz drove him home. The driver didn't say a word, but Brewster knew Ace had sent the car, which confused him a bit. Entering his one-room apartment, Brewster saw Jim pacing around in the room with a worried expression. He raised his head the moment he heard the door open, and his eyes flashed when he saw Brewster. "Brewster, are you okay? Where have you been?" His crispy voice cracked as he questioned. His hands on Brewster's shoulders.

Ashlyn It was late. The Honshu was quiet. She was still pissed off, I let a secret spill. Even though I assured her that Haden could be trusted. She refused to believe me. Chase agreed with her. The Den had gone quiet hours ago, the kind of quiet where you could hear the walls whispering and your own thoughts start spiraling. I’d been trying to ignore mine, but my stomach only got louder and my head didn't grow any quieter as the case files, Haden, Lechandray, Mira and the missing soldiers kept circling through my head. So I headed for the kitchen.

Sometimes life gets heavy and we are faced with trails. I am struggling with health issues at the moment. Which has resulted in me not having the ablity to focus on writing as much. I wanted to be further along in the story but my doctor has been running test to confirm if I have breast cancer. Unfortunately the tests and appointments are taking much of my time but I will continue to write as much as possible I'm between visits and tests. The process has been mentally and physically draining but I have faith that we will have it all under control very soon. Thanks for your support.

Coen appears, holding a glass of alcohol. Asa pulls away and turns to look at his friend. Coen doesn't look like himself. He's nervous like something happened. Or is about to happen. " What's it?" Asa asks and begins to walk inside the house. I wonder if I should follow or not, but I stay put. " Ace." It's a woman's voice. I decide to walk inside to see this mystery lady if she's one of his many sluts.

Melody has always been Daddy’s good girl. Since Nick entered her life when she was eight, he has been more than just her stepfather. He became the father she trusted, the person she depended on, and the one whose approval meant everything to her. After losing her mother five years ago, Melody and Nick became even closer. Their shared grief turned them into a family of two, and Melody slowly built her entire life around taking care of him. Now, at eighteen and freshly out of high school, Melody should be stepping into adulthood. Instead, she is still living by Nick’s rules. She cooks for him. She takes care of the house. She goes to church with him every Sunday. She worries about disappo

Whatever she might have said next was lost under the sudden crash of paramedics through the doorway, a stretcher, hands prying mine gently but firmly off Kai’s shoulder, a voice telling me to step back, sir, please, step back and let us work, and I found myself shoved to the edge of the room watching strangers lift the man who’d thrown his own body over mine without a second’s hesitation, watching his blood soak dark into a white gurney sheet while his eyes searched the room and found me one more time before they wheeled him out. “Elias.” Barely a whisper, almost lost under the noise. “The letter. Your father’s desk. Don’t wait for me.” Then he was gone, out through the ruined door, down the

"You're criminals now just like your father. The only question is whether you go to prison for fraud and trespassing, or for murder. I'm giving you the option to choose." "Some choices." "It's more than Cameron Morrison got." Mrs. Ashford turned to leave. "Victoria, finish the preparations. I want the confession ready by dawn. We'll make the announcement at the morning assembly." She paused at the door. "Oh, and someone should probably call an ambulance for Madison Cross. We don't want her dying before she can testify that Sage Chen is violent and dangerous. Her bruises will be very convincing evidence." She left. The chapel became silent except for Julian's muffled crying.

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.