Wild Confession Novels & Stories

“For my successor. Inside was a USB drive. Sophie took it back to the estate. Sat alone. Plugged it in. A video file blinked to life. Mary, older and tired, appeared on screen. “I couldn’t tell the truth while I was alive. I was too scared. But if you’ve found this, it means I trusted you to carry it better. This is my full Vault confession. Unedited. Final. No filters.” Sophie didn’t breathe for thirteen minutes. Mary’s confession included: Her betrayal of Vault’s first whistleblower

I stared at the dark crystal screen, then placed three things upon the altar. A copy of the blood scroll, proof of his priority. The hidden miscarriage report I’d never shown him, proof of how his neglect killed our child. And the recording crystal of my call with Isabella, proof of the entire, twisted truth. With that done, I spread my arms wide, bathing in the holy light that cut through the darkness. I closed my eyes and whispered my confession. “I confess… that I fell in love with a lie.” “I confess… all the hope I held because of him, a hope that should never have existed.”

Sometimes I would grind against my pillow, imagining his touch, imagining riding him, moaning his name, taking him deep inside me as I shivered and came. I knew it was wrong, horrible even, considering he was a priest, someone the town respected. But I couldn’t stop myself. Today, I had decided to come clean, to confess my sins to him, certain that as a priest, he would forgive me. Forgive me for my lewd thoughts, my sinful actions, and guide me back to the right path. So when the silence in the confessional booth stretched long enough, I parted my lips, my voice soft and nervous, and tried to spill everything.

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.

Seeing the woman you've been dreaming of was being tortured by other people is so freaking painful. After I found out that Dylan isn't treating her right, I tried to steal her, but the fact that I was the one who caused her brother's accident scared me. I turned into a coward again. I let her suffer. I watched her cry, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I made my feelings clear to her. "Are you sure about your plans, Jacob? They're married. It won't be easy to take Samantha away." I nodded at Theo, determined to do what I wanted. I should've told her about my feelings a long time ago. This confession has been long overdue, so I gathered all my strength and swallowed my fear. I confessed to h

How do you confess your greatest sin? "I told you about drugs?" He nodded. Gulping loudly, I continued, "I didn't get in the wrong crowd. I did it because I wanted to fit in. I wanted to forget something. In my second year, there was a girl name Sukriti in the first year. As a senior, we teased her and one day I and my friends saw her having sex with a girl in freshers party." There was a store room in the college where only horny couples went. I was just passing by with my friends when I saw her. "We made a video of it. We thought it was fun. I showed her that video and teased her – or ragged her, made her do things she didn't want. I didn't want to do them - " I just wanted to fit in with

Nothing" I sniffed. "There's something about this. Your crying" "No I'm not" I argued. "Yes you are" "No" "Yes" "Alright alright. I'm crying" I admitted. "Why are you crying then" Barb asked "I committed a crime" "What? Where? How? What crime?" "Enough questions Barb" I giggled. "Not an actual crime" I continued "Then what" I sighed "I had some sexual play with a girl" "What?! Did you have sex!" "No!" I exclaimed. "Is that even possible?"

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

Shit shit shit! Hell! No freaking way, no no no, just pick your things and get the fuck outta here, Melanie, how can you make this terrible mistake, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, a video of my legs spread apart fucking… sucking… gods on their freaking bar as well!! Jezzz!!!!!! I just want to die right now. I tried to compose myself to text back, “I’m so sorry, Gabriel, hmm I was supposed to send it to Dan, please, I will delete the video and don’t tell Dan I accidentally sent it to you.”

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Grief has many faces. Some people cry. Some people rage. And some… discover just how alive they can feel when they finally let go of the dead. Tonight’s confession is about a young widow who found her late husband’s secret list — a list of men he wanted her to fuck after he was gone. What started as shock became something much darker, much wetter, and completely liberating. This one burns with grief, guilt, and raw, filthy freedom.