Unscramble Confess Novels & Stories

"Why confess your flaws? Why reveal your darkness? Why show us your imperfection? We believed in you. We trusted you. We followed you. Why destroy that belief? Why shatter that trust? Why undermine that following? Why tell us this?" "Because it is true," Ember said simply. "Because you deserve the truth. Because following someone based on a false belief is not real following. Because trusting someone based on incomplete knowledge is not real trust. Because believing in someone who hides their darkness is not real belief. You deserve to know who I really am. What I really am. How I really am. You deserve to know my flaws. My darkness. My imperfection. Then you can choose. Choose whether to st

“You’re all I need, Aiden.” “But you’re shaking,” He said worriedly. I bit my lower lip. Despite the little flames crawling inside my body, burning me whole, I was shaking. I gripped harder on his shoulders, perhaps blushing as my lips curved into a sheepish smile. “I have a confession to make.” I swallowed hard; my core was wet as I felt his hard manhood. “Confession…” He grinned, lowering his head and hovering his lips on my ear. “Better confess everything, Baby, because I’ll surely punish you today if I find out you misbehave.”

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

I gulped nervously and pulled my cami down, which always managed to roll up and put my not so slim waist on full display. "You are standing two inches from me and still manage to get lost in your dream world! Wow!" Vic whistled in my face. "I was doing no such thing." I said as I went past him, glad to have some space between us. "Oh really!" Yes, really! I turned around only to notice that his eyebrow had now disappeared behind those soft curls... Don't look at those curls, goddammit! And when I feel mushy, embarrassed or nervous, I resort to the only tools in my defence, - aggression and nonchalance.

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

I said abruptly. “No. Don’t look for the results but I am not telling you to assume. What I am trying to say is profess your feelings to him so he’s aware of it. And you’re right. Ask for closure whatever happens. Tell him to forget what you have said and act like there is no confession happened” Frances told me while looking directly into my eyes. “When will you confess?” Aminah asked me seriously. “I am planning before this year ends. Before 2020 ends” I answered her.

I reassured her. "I'm afraid to share what happened to me because I don't want to lose you," Stella expressed. I could sense her fear and hesitancy, but I wanted her to know that I would never abandon her for something beyond her control. I wanted her to trust me enough to confide in me.

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

“F-father… what if it isn’t the Lord I’ve come to ask forgiveness from, but you? And what if… what if my heart isn’t completely pure? Would you still forgive me if I confess everything?” My face was flushed pink as I bit my bottom lip, the pressure of squeezing my thighs sending jolts of electricity down my spine. Oh fuck, I was about to confess… yet my pussy was so needy, so desperate—it was overwhelming. Enzo didn’t respond immediately. The booth fell into a tense silence for a beat longer before his voice finally cut through, gruff and commanding. “Confess, and everything depends on your actions afterwards.”

I hope she didn't break up with me after this confession. “I want this relationship to be built on love and trust. No hiding secrets. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I had to confess so that I would be free. I am a straightforward person and I know you are. I don't want to break your trust. “I trust you and I know you won't do what the girl on the platform did. And I am certain that you will never hide anything from me. I could taste her fears as they came crashing heavily on me, filling me with confusion.