Wild Confession Novels & Stories

Jerson gave Alec a deadly glare before saying, “You think that’s easy? Noah will kill me, you dumbshit. And hell, no!” “Oh? That decent Prosecutor was the one who confessed? You met him again?” Alec inquired. This inquiry made Jerson feel confused. By how Alec said it, it only indicates that the day before yesterday wasn’t the first time they met and nothing less. But Jerson knows it is the first time. There’s no way he would forget such a remarkable person. Aside from his ex, there was no other person in his past that he had consigned with oblivion. There was no way Vishnu was that man. For Jerson, that theory doesn’t make any sense. That ex of his is a motherfucker who only loves himself.

ZOEY I never intended to spill my secrets to him, but the circumstances we were in forced me to spill everything. The words just kept pouring out of me, a part of myself I had hidden away for so long now laid bare. "I killed a man. I am a fucking murderer," I confessed, the weight of that truth hanging heavy in the air. "You are not a murderer, Zoey," Alexei's voice cut through my self-condemnation.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

Leo’s smile was wet and crooked. I sat there and let the moment fold over me. The mystery arc that had haunted the club for months — the leak, the whispers, the sense that someone had been watching and cataloguing our lives — finally closed not with a shout but with this: recorded confession, corroborated by data, and a woman finding her voice. Adrian was escorted out later, his shoulders hunched not in pride but in the awful compression of exposure. The authorities took the tapes. They took statements. They checked the timestamps like gravediggers checking plots.

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

I whisper, looking straight down at my lap. How can my tongue ever tell his noble ears about this dirty shame? How can my voice confess to the highest alpha in the territory that my young body sold its virgin heat for gold resources? I don't know how many secret surveillance photos this blackmailer holds in their claws. My soul is so scared that my dirty history from the Duskwild Expanse will get leaked to the entire pack. Especially if his eyes find out...

“What was your purpose in spying and secretly filming her? If she hadn’t discovered it today, what were you planning to do with those recordings? Tell me!” Jane, hiding behind him, sobbed as she spoke. “Astrid, I really didn’t mean to ruin your family. I just couldn’t control myself, that’s why I made a mistake with Tony! I know you hate me, but you can’t spy on my life like this! Are you trying to harm my baby, or expose me as the other woman and ruin my life?” Hearing her words, Tony grew even angrier. I met his reddened eyes and said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”

They were pressuring him relentlessly, and going back empty-handed meant walking into a nightmare. In desperation, Thomas sold company secrets on his way out. The payout was enough to buy himself some breathing room with his parasitic family, and his status among them stayed sky-high as long as the money kept flowing. But it didn't last. The leak was traced back to him before long. Renee's expression went dark. She felt personally violated and couldn't believe that she'd fallen for someone like him. This time, she didn't hold back. She called the police. Thomas didn't understand fear until the officers knocked on his door. He turned to Renee, desperate.

“You will go to confession tomorrow. Real confession. Father Julian is a good man. He will guide you back to the light.” I almost laughed in her face. Good man. The same man who had fucked my ass in this very kitchen while she was at bingo. The same man whose cum was probably still leaking into my panties right now. “Yes, Mama,” I said sweetly. “I’ll confess everything.” That night I sent Julian a video. I snuck into the church bathroom during Saturday vigil, locked the stall, hiked up my dress, and spread my legs. Two fingers plunged deep into my soaked pussy while I recorded, moaning softly.

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.