The Confessions Of Max Tivoli Novels & Stories

she stated, her tone sharp with accusation. Chloe paused, adjusting herself and meeting his gaze head-on. She could sense that whatever Max was about to reveal was embarrassing for him. "I didn't want to burden you with it. You're so intelligent and perceptive, I knew you would figure it out in an instant," Max confessed, his voice laced with a hint of self-doubt. "To figure out what, Max? Are you facing financial difficulties? Is this about the collapsed building?" Chloe questioned, her concern mingled with her growing distrust.

We watch as he replies to my last text before going for a shower, and then Christian pauses the video. "What happens next is really disturbing," he warns us seriously, "but she tried to confess several times, facing serious threats. Her love for you made her do it, but she's not as evil as the people behind her actions. She still feels guilty, but her love for you is stronger than everything else. Does that excuse what she did? Maybe not, but it's up to you to decide." He presses play, and Max and I stay silent and disturbed as we see Lazzaro and Vivien entering the bedroom.

“The rumors online are true. Maximus deliberately set that fire on the show. He wanted to burn my mother-in-law, Susan, alive. “And the person backing him is my ex-wife, Willow. Maximus got together with her before Willow and I even divorced. He’s a morally corrupt homewrecker. “Susan didn’t approve of them. So, he tried to murder her. The recording pen I have on me captured his entire confession.” Hearing my words, these reporters swarmed around me even more eagerly. They frantically asked questions to dig up more details. I welcomed all the questions and clearly explained everything I knew. I also played the recording from the pen for the public. Thank goodness I had kept my paranoia from

“High school was starting, and he told my parents he was worried all the work he had done would be tempted so I needed to stay close, seeing him and taking classes for at least my first two years and staying isolated from my family and friends while he kept me, pure.” Max stopped speaking for the remainder of their shower, first he washed Vic’s body and then he let her wash him before he turned off the shower and stepped out, opening a towel and waiting for Vic to step out so he could wrap it around her. Vic took the towel and smiled as Max grabbed another towel and began to squeeze the water from her hair, “he was sick he wasn’t a holy man, he forced me to take drugs and perform for him at

The bell above us vibrates with the sound. I continued relentlessly. “There is an archive beneath the lowest tunnels. Every confession of every powerful man and woman who has passed through here for sixty years, including politicians, cardinals, and businessmen. It is the real power of this place. Vittorio wants it for blackmail, the bishop wants it protected, and someone—perhaps me, perhaps another—has been using the recent deaths to search for it.” Jordan paces the small room. “Thomas. Lucia. They’re dead because of this?”

I replied, moving my hips onto his hand. His fingers squeezed my clit so hard that I let out a cry that I doubt was not heard by the neighbours, with all the walls soundproof. “Talk clearly!! What is this IT!!? What do you want?!!” he mocked, aware how cleverly I was avoiding imploring him. “Fuck me!!! I beg you! I want to come to Mr Marcelo, My Lord pleaseee” I finally confessed, giving into these steamy temptations.

Something was off about him. "Is it about your baby with her? About how they mocked me behind my back? Which part of you sleeping with her while I was in Berlin do you want to talk about?" Max flushed with anger, the vein in his neck protruding. "I trusted you, Horacio. You were like a brother to me. I confided so many secrets in you, so many..." Max paused his words. "It's pointless wasting my time with you. So just go." He turned towards the door to open it. "The child Irina is expecting is not mine," Max stopped with the key in the lock, swallowing hard, but he denied it.

I tried to peek at the other side but all I could see was his shadow through the screen. "I'll tell you what I did right before I came to this town," I whispered. "I had a client that asked for me privately for a lap dance. He ended up fucking me, spreading my legs, and pinning me down... but it was still not enough. I need more. I want more." "Tannie..." his voice sounded strained and dangerously tight. "What you are doing is dangerous for your soul." "Maybe," I smirked, laughing slightly. "But I have one more confession, Father. And it's about you."

“Please, I need to cum.” “Not yet.” His eyes are dark, predatory, nothing like the gentle priest I’ve watched at mass. “You wanted to confess, little lamb. So confess. Tell me everything you’ve done while thinking about me.” “I touched myself.” I’m squirming in his lap, desperate for friction he won’t give me. “Every night after mass.” “How?” His fingers move just slightly inside me, a tease. “Show me what you did.” “I have things. In my bedroom.” My face heats even as my body throbs. “Things I used while thinking about you.”

If that was the case, there was no way Max could lie to his sister. "What happened, Max? Did you do something wrong?" Max, who was asked such a question, just paced back and forth while squeezing his curls. He recalled how it happened, the origin of his meeting with Ivory, then how he intended to eliminate Ivory from falling off the bridge. The memory made him close his eyes forcefully. If he could, he wanted to forget everything he had done with that girl. However, it was clear that he would not be able to do that. Even now, the scent of Ivory's body continues to swirl in Max's nasal cavity, which inevitably brings memories of a beautiful night with the girl.