Confessionstory Stories

Long Description: The devil isn't hiding in the shadows anymore. He's online-sliding into DMs, lurking in viral clips, whispering in comment sections. One man thought he was just becoming stronger, tougher, "more of a man." But every video he watched, every post he shared, every cruel thing he said was shaping him into something else entirely. Not a leader. Not a hero. But a predator. This is his confession-raw, unfiltered, and dangerously honest. A warning to anyone who thinks power comes from cruelty. Because the devil's not waiting for you in hell. He's already logged in. Short Description: The devil isn't in hell-he's online. One man's confession about how the internet turned him from lonely to dangerous... and what it cost him.

There are three girls in a little squad. Alyssa, Lani and Charlotte. They were friends since last year and through out that year, they have all grown close to each other. Alyssa is the nice quiet one, Lani is the outgoing one and well Charlotte is just talkative but she also has a little love secret, that her friends don't know about. And she doesn't know if she should tell them or not. Find out if she tells her little love secret or if she tells nobody........Find out now

Everyone's headed somewhere. But what if the journey was never about the destination? They never met at the right time. Maybe they never will. No maps. No directions. Just a path that keeps shifting- and a feeling that something is always waiting at the next stop. This isn't a story about where it begins. And it sure isn't about where it ends. It's about everything in between. until you realize you never got off the ride. Next Stop. It was never about where she was going. But will Siti ever find her stop... or is she just passing through, on her way to the upcoming one?

When we hear of rape we expect victims to be vocal to help them on their journey, to ease their pain and suffering, to understand them better and to ensure it doesn't happen again. But what if for years you've been silenced? Silenced because it's TOO shameful to talk about in your community. Embarrassing because there is heightened misogyny in your community and that the victim might be blamed instead. This is a problem that many Asians face nowadays. Rape, sexual assault or abuse in any form is NEVER the victims fault. The problem with silence is that manifests and grows bigger and affects the victim in day to day life in so many aspects that we don't understand. It manifests and creates a bigger problem, it creates someone who has no one to talk about it without fear of judgement. Silence can never be good for a victim. It does not allow the victim to emotionally heal. It creates anger and anguish. It creates deep resentment to those who are wishing to silence the victim. Why should they be silenced on something that was NEVER their fault? They shouldn't. The way to eliminate this to help victims recover is by listening. Do not compare your life situation. Just listen with your ears. Even if it hurts so much and you don't understand. All you can do is listen. The victim just wants to talk. The tiny voice inside will slowly build and the confidence to talk to someone professional will grow. To all my victims- don't be silenced. Don't live with something that you deem as shameful. What happened to you doesn't mean you were in the wrong place wearing the wrong things. It just means the person you were with was not trustworthy. for more stories go here:- https://vigyaa.io/

There is a silence that bleeds heavier than sound. It lingers in the chest, pressing against the ribs until breathing feels like betrayal. These words, locked behind trembling lips, grow sharper with every heartbeat unvoiced confessions, truths swallowed, grief disguised as strength. To keep them hidden feels merciful, yet the weight corrodes from within. Each unspoken syllable becomes a stone, stacking, suffocating, building a wall no one else can see. And still, the mind whispers: If I release them, will they wound? Will they shatter the fragile balance that silence pretends to protect? So they remain unsaid, unformed, festering in the quiet. Grief turns into an echo, sorrow becomes a shadow. The body smiles, nods, moves forward, but the soul aches with the burden of restraint. Because the truth is this: unspoken words are not weightless. They are anchors, dragging deeper into the dark. And sometimes, the silence itself is louder than anything that could ever be spoken. And this is my confession story.

They say love begins in silence. But what happens when the silence lasts too long? This is not a love story about happily ever afters. This is a story about almosts- About late-night conversations that stopped just short of meaning something. About eye contacts that promised more, but always ended in friendship. In Part 1, she loved him quietly. In Part 2, she starts to speak- but still, he doesn't listen the way she hoped. She tries to become his safe place. She tries to heal his fear of attachment. She tries to read his mind, hold his hand without holding it, and love him in a way that feels patient-not desperate. But the more she hopes, the more she drowns. This is the continuation of a one-sided love story that became too heavy to carry. A confession soaked in unsent messages, mixed signals, and a storm of emotions that never found a home. Sometimes, loving someone means letting go. Sometimes, silence is louder than goodbye.