Unscramble Confess Novels & Stories

"And I'll stop at nothing until I make sure that bastard, Curtis, come crawling to me, begging for forgiveness." The words echoed around them. Silence followed immediately. And Pascal froze. His own voice seemed to linger in the air. Slowly, realization entered his eyes. His anger vanished, replaced with shock. Tessa's eyebrows furrowed, her body shaking. Immediately, Pascal's face changed. "What have I done?" He muttered under his breath, his eyebrows furrowed at Tessa. Only then did he understand. He had just confessed. Not accidentally to a friend. But directly to the person trying to expose him.

Maybe for once I could be honest and say that my marriage was not getting better; it was falling further and further into misery. “I told mine that it was over,” Russell said. “Let me just say, it was fucking liberating. Saying the words was like loosening a damn vise from my chest.” I wasn’t sure what it was about the anonymity of conversing with a stranger, but for the next hour or so, both Russell Collins and I took full advantage. We said things that cleansed and relieved. I wasn’t a fucking priest, but maybe, just maybe, I was able to help him, because I knew that come tomorrow, his time for absolution would be over.

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The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies. The confessors referred to themselves as "sisters" and lived together and of course, they had a leader. Isabelle's sister was their leader. King Caesar - back then, when he was still a prince - had been on a long trip with some guards. When it was nightfall, they found a place to camp, but unknown to them, it was close to the camp of the confessors. While they were asleep, the confessors attacked them and confessed him - Caesar - alongside some of his men. He was confessed by Tabitha - Isabelle's blood sister and the leader of the confessors at that time.

Maybe it’s better this way Anyways see you on the next confession

That thin man could squirm his way out of any situation and knew the few charges on his record were merely a fraction of his actual deeds. “He won’t speak.” Terra declared firmly, sounding more convinced that she felt. “I don’t know, what if he does? Then we’re both done. I can’t go to jail, I haven’t even graduated!” Carmichael yelled on the phone, sounding hysterical. Terra could practically see him pacing at the other end of the line. Terra knew he would. Their relationship could be described with many words, but loyal was not one of them. If the right deal came along, he would spill everything in a heartbeat. Then where did that leave Noah? No, she couldn’t let her father hurt Noah.

SARAH Confess. To openly admit something or declare something that you’ve been hiding, keeping secret, or feeling guilty about. Turns out what the rest of the world knows—and that includes their psychotic foster father who has been out of touch with the world, their world, for almost twenty fucking years—that I don’t, exists. It is not just a concept I made up in my head. It is not an abstract. It is a thing. It is their history, their truth.

I froze outside the door, silently lowering the hand I had raised to knock. After that, I quietly went to the hospital and ended the life of the unborn child. He came up with all sorts of excuses to refuse me, yet he was willing to have a child with another she-wolf. The thought alone sent a deep sense of disappointment creeping into my heart. That night, Nora sent me a photo. It was a screenshot of a chat. She and Ethan were excitedly discussing which brand of baby formula to buy. A few minutes later, she deleted the screenshot and apologized to me, saying, "Oops, sorry, Lucy! I sent that by mistake. You probably didn't see it, right?"