Unscramble Confess Novels & Stories

Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."

I took another swig from my glass before following him. “Don’t even bother, just drink yourself into oblivion again,” he said before stepping into the shower. I didn’t know if I followed him in here to apologize or make things better. I did know that neither would happen now. I only knew that I had to confess. I had to let him know the reason everything else mattered more than he did. “I love her, Jacob.” I waited for his response, but none came. “I’m in love with Taylor, always have been. Not just as my best friend, but more. I want her. I need her like I need my next heartbeat. She’s my life,” I confessed, louder this time. The shower door opened and Jacob stared at me in silence, half of

Now I was really scared. "Now confess your sin. Start with the cross and the usual line, but don't call me Father, call me Daddy." I hated him with all my heart. "Bless me Daddy, for I have sinned." I said through gritted teeth. "Confess." "I arranged for shaving cream to be dumped on your head." "Now for your penance." I sucked in a breath as he released me and sat back on the stupid throne. He crossed his legs and put the tip of his shoe near my face.

“Tony, during our first divorce, I told you that if you ever crossed the line again, I would disappear from your life forever. I would never look back. I’m merely keeping the promise I made to myself, just as you failed to keep yours.” His body stiffened. “I’m sorry…” Tears streamed down his face. He whispered nothing else beyond those three words. “It’s too late.” I turned, taking my son’s small hand in mine. He clung to me, wary. “Mommy, what happened to that uncle just now?” I stroked his hair gently. “A stranger who made a mistake. It’s okay now. Let’s go home.” With military personnel escorting us, I led my son through the thinning crowd.

I answered with confusion. "Emerald," he says. "Maximus." "What's wrong?" "Uh... what do you mean?" "I mean what's wrong in the sense of you being in your apartment, upset, for the last week sulking." "How could you possibly..." "Venus," we both say together. Of course. "So tell me what's troubling you. Obviously, I can be of assistance." "I don't know how you could," I say. "Try me." "Strictly confidential?"

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.

“Sorry, Father Pow . . . I mean Kit, I’ve never been on first name terms with a vicar before. I keep forgetting.” “I’ll wager you’ve not been on any kind of terms with a vicar before, eh, lad?” “No,” said Jim, and they both chuckled. “I didn’t realise I looked down, I’ve just been brooding a bit I guess.” “You’re being pursued by demons of your own making, lad, that’s what it is. You need to unburden yourself, you’ll feel a lot better for it.” “Wait, are you telling me confession is good for the soul? Isn’t that what the other lot say?”

The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, the gravity of his past actions casting a shadow over their present interaction. Audrey inhales deeply, her composure a fragile shield against the flood of emotions threatening to engulf her. Paul's confession hangs between them, his admission of shame and a loss of control laying bare the depths of his remorse. "Audrey, I am ashamed. I was out of control," he confesses, his voice laced with vulnerability as he lays bare his inner turmoil.

How do you confess something you didn’t choose. My chest felt tight, not dramatic, just quietly suffocating. Like someone had pressed pause on my lungs. I opened my notes app because that felt safer than talking. I typed. I need to tell you something. Deleted. Please don’t be angry. Deleted. I didn’t cheat. I swear I didn’t cheat. Deleted. My fingers hovered, useless. There was no version of the truth that came out clean. There was no sentence that did not end in loss. Another message buzzed in.

I took a deep breath and said, “I have something to confess to you.” “Confess?” Xavier seemed to be surprised by the word I used for my speech. He chuckled amusedly and fondled my hair, “there’s nothing you need to confess, Valerie. Just tell me. Like I said yesterday, I’d do anything for you. Even rebelling the Red Moon.” The sincerity and firmness behind those eyes granted me the courage to move further. “Thank you, Xavier.” I forced a smile to him and continued, “I said ‘confess’ because I had checked the photo fragments sticking on that blackboard in your room without your permission …”