Wild Confession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

She was the type of girl that trust easily, so having to face the betrayal was literary perdition. 'Why couldn't he tell me? Was I that pitiful to the extent that he had to keep his position a secret? I think we are in a relationship. Can't he just tell me? Maybe all he had was pity which I mistook as love. I thought our relationship was based on trust. So why can't he confide in me?' Those were Christabel thoughts. Lone tears cascaded down her face. At that moment she wished she could be free. Just like the stars.

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

"We can't trust the agency's silence, and we can't trust the government's protection. We trust radical, immediate, undeniable truth." "What are you doing?" Benjamin asked, his eyes focused on the dark horizon. "I'm using the one contract Kovacs failed to nullify: my public platform," I stated, tapping furiously on the burner phone. "We are going to use this line and its secure broadcast capability. I'm going to livestream a final, unredacted confession, Sebastian's confession to the world." Benjamin stared at me, aghast. "Sam, that will expose everything! Our involvement, the tunnel fight, Sebastian's blackmail attempt against Kovacs, the government cover-up! Hayes-Sterling will have us pros

His confession comes in ragged bursts, each word a nail driven into the coffin of his ego, a testament to the years of cruelty, arrogance, and betrayal that I have finally broken open. I let him take a shallow breath, letting the truth sink into the cold night, letting him feel that confession is meaningless without the consequence, letting Sean and Roman stare, horror etched into every line of their faces as they realise that their father and Owen, the man who raised me and Sean, has finally been exposed.

He appeared to be a decent man; it is unfortunate that he ended up with Mother. I felt pressed, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Just as I was about to turn the doorknob, the door swung open, and green eyes met blue. My body trembled, my lips quivered, and I felt my heartbeat stop at that instant. Nothing made sense, especially not with my stepbrother half-naked before me and the fact that I knew his dirty little secret. “Cold shower, just like you asked,” he brings his lips close to my ear and whispers.

Lola’s POV – Shaking Foundations She couldn’t sit still. Not in class. Not in the library. Not even when Liv tried to drag her into gossip about who was hooking up with who in the dorm. Her head was a storm. That single word Confidential kept flashing in her mind like a warning sign. She’d fought so hard to start fresh here, to keep that part of her locked away where no one could touch it. And now, it was in someone else’s hands. Who had the guts to dig this deep?

I take my time selecting a bottle. When I turn around, the energy in the room has shifted. Something has changed while my back was turned. They're all looking at Cole now, some silent conversation happening between them. "What?" I crack open my beer. "You guys look weird." "Cole was just telling us," Marcus says slowly, "about your little confession last Thanksgiving." My blood goes cold. "What confession?" "The one where you got drunk and told him you'd been having dreams about all of us." Theo's smile is different now. Hungry. "The dirty kind."