The Way To Confess Novels & Stories

After a few moments he asked me, "Just tell me this. Do you want me to come or not?" "That's not the point." I tried to dodge the question but he insisted, "Why? Tell me what you want Mo! I won't come if you don't want me to." And that same tender oh let me love you look! All my defences were suddenly melting away... I looked at him helplessly. How could I tell him what I want? Where do I begin? As if sensing my dilemma, he approached me slowly and said in a gentler tone "If I tell you that I don't mind coming at all, then? Would you still have objections?"

The next morning, department head Luther Kovac called Thea and me out by name. He accused us of stealing Rachel's work and announced we'd be formally disciplined. Rachel watched us with a satisfied smile. Thea gripped my hand hard. The more ridiculous Luther's accusations got, the tighter she held on. Finally, she stood. "But Micah and I made that proposal together. Rachel stole our work." Rachel's voice went cold. "Where's your proof?" Thea's shoulders dropped. She was right. We didn't have proof. Luther got bolder after that, his words sharper by the second.

he asked after a few minutes while checking for my reaction. “No! After… kissing you like that, if I go and confess then it will be completely disrespectful towards him and towards myself too and… of course you.” I replied after thinking about it for a few seconds and he sighed closing his eyes. “You need to understand. This is like a shock to me.” I pointed out looking at his expression but he shook his head before opening his eyes with a smile. “Thanks for giving me this advice. Next time if you want to confess to anyone, I will just kiss you. That is the best solution right.” Hearing those words I couldn’t help but stare at him in shock.

Kneel in that dim little box, with my heart pounding, and spill everything. Because God, did I have sins to confess. Top of the list, burning brightest; I’m fucking the priest. The words echoed in my head, filthy and true, sending a fresh rush of heat between my thighs even now. I’d whisper it into the grate—how I crave him, how I let him ruin me on his desk, how I walk around aching for the next time he’ll push inside me and make me forget my own name. I’d tell him every detail, voice shaking, until he couldn’t hide behind that screen anymore.

"You said you have something to confess?" Emily swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I need to confess to a crime." The officer raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Go on." Emily took a deep breath, her heart racing. This was it. There was no turning back now. "I was involved in something terrible," she began, her voice trembling. "Something that might have led to..." The officer’s pen hovered over the clipboard, waiting for more, " Go on, Miss?"

Although I was hidden, I knew he would recognise my voice straight away. "Bless me, Father," I whispered nervously, "It has been eight months since my last confession." He spoke from the bible and made the sign of the cross before continuing. "What would you like to confess, my child?" He asked. Oh god, please forgive me. "I have been indulgent in... lust." I admitted. I was expecting a gasp or some judgement, but honestly, I had no idea what other people spoke of in these confessions. "Do not be afraid," Father Daniels spoke. "This is a safe place. It is just you, me and God."

See how much bad I could be and if you stayed after that then I would think you felt something for me. I was tired of being tossed around like an object now. If he could accept it, then I would tell Dhruv what was happening between us. Hoisting my gaze down on our joined bodies, I opened my mouth, searching for the words to say but nothing seemed appropriate. How do you confess your greatest sin?

“Then we make sure he hears it from you.” The words landed in my chest and stayed there. From me. Not from a screenshot. Not from a campus confessions post. Not from Caleb’s careful retelling designed to make it sound like more than it was. From me. The decision to confess born on a sidewalk at 1 AM, six blocks from the worst five seconds of my life. “Go home,” Zara said. “Drink water. Sleep. We deal with this tomorrow.” I hung up. Walked the last two blocks in silence. The campus dark and quiet and indifferent to the fact that my life had just gotten worse in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

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"If you want to see him again, Damien will confess to all his crimes publicly. He will admit to everything. He will tell the world the truth about what he's done." The video ended. Lennon stared at the screen. His hands were shaking, his vision was blurry. He looked at Damien. "Did you see that?" Damien moved closer. His face was pale. "Yes." "He wants you to confess." "I know." "To everything." "I know." Lennon moved closer. "You can't do that." Damien was quiet for a moment. "I have to." "No. You don't. There has to be another way." Damien met his eyes. "This is the only way. If I confess, they'll release him."