Confession Stories

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Under Editing!!! Reika Takamori has spent her life being polished, proper, and exactly who her wealthy family expects her to be. Now, the U.A. school counselor is weeks away from the perfect wedding-the safe choice, the respectable choice, and a future she never truly chose. But Izuku Midoriya has spent three years loving her in devastating silence. One confession beneath the falling cherry blossoms is all it takes to ruin the perfect plan-and neither of them wants to fix it. Izuku Midoriya x Reika Takamori Warnings & Notes: All characters are adults Romance/Angst Emotional cheating themes (feelings/confession before breakup) Breakup Controlling ex-fiancé Heavy kissing/making out Smut Consent/aftercare

Uhhh.. Cavity confesses her feelings to Paint Bucket after a long conversation with Lego Flain. Also, this isn't a Oneshot by definition but whatever \. _ ./ smh idk

It started with a confession. A school corridor. A winter afternoon. A boy with pink cheeks. And a girl who laughed at the worst possible moment.She never meant to hurt anyone. She was just awkward, shy, and far too good at turning serious situations into complete disasters.As friendships grew, confessions multiplied, and winter slowly turned into something she could never forget, she found herself caught between first love, guilt, dreams, board exams, and the future she wanted to build.Some stories begin with a confession. Ours began with laughter. A slow-burn school romance about growing up, choosing your dreams, and the winter that changed everything.

She confessed with three letters, never asking for anything in return. He answered honestly, but somewhere between his explanation and the rumors that followed, the two friends became strangers. She thought the hardest part was hearing that he didn't feel the same. She was wrong. The hardest part was realizing that she had never been his to lose-and yet, somehow, she still lost him. Author's Advice: While reading this listen to the songs i will list so that you guys my readers will relate more. Enjoy! 1.) Sabihin mo na- by Yeng Constantino 2.) Can i be him 3.) Hanggang Dito nalang- Jaya 4.) Backburner- Niki 5.) Bakit Ngayon- Julie Anne (especially to the part of chapter 12-13)

a raw,real-life confession of love written directly to jeon jungkook my albatros.From unspoken prayers to deep yearning this is a record of a soul connected across distant skies

We promised to always be best friends... but no one said anything about falling in love.

📖 Dear Diary Trilogy 🤍 This is the third and final book in the Dear Diary Trilogy. 📕Book 1 - Dear Diary: Between the Signals and the Silence 📗Book 2 - Dear Diary: Written in His Time 📘Book 3 - Unsent: A Story Written in Real Time 📚For the best reading experience, begin with Book 1. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Some stories begin with "Once upon a time." Mine began with a diary... and pages I never expected anyone else to read. This one begins with words I'd rather not send to the person they were written for. Words never meant to be sent... yet somehow, meant to be read. Letters filled with feelings left unspoken. Written in moments when my heart became too full to stay silent. A confession I hope reaches the one person I want to know how deeply I feel for him... Without ever having to tell him. Some stories are planned from beginning to end, just as destiny is written by Him. Some stories end like the fairytales we grew up with. This isn't one of them. Or maybe... Just maybe... It is. After all... "Fairytales don't always have happy endings, do they?" We'll see. 🌹 For now... This is the story of a woman writing her way through love, silence, hope, and everything left unsent. Learning that while some people are only meant to pass through our lives... The moments they leave behind can still become chapters worth keeping. -Aielle 🌻

She is a student who chooses solitude over crowds, saving his quiet moments for the one person she loves. Between classes and stolen glances, he believes her school is a place of calm. But when night falls, the school reveals its true face. Silence turns restless. Shadows remember. And love becomes the only light inside a place that was never truly empty. Some truths awaken only after dark.

For years, Nyvera Delara Valtierra loved her best friend, Zyric Thorne Montivilla. Just as she had finally moved on, fate played its cruelest trick- her best friend was finally ready to love her back. But after everything she'd been through, could she still believe in a destiny that came too late?

and other poems about how i lost my best friend, how i loved him in secret, and how i wished i never said a thing. #Shortys2025 #Ambys2026 completed august 27th, 2026.

Daily confessions from an introvert :(

Simple context: Lorelei a simple high school girl has a crush on Woojin but she just can't get herself to confess On the other hand Woojin is still not over his ex, not having a single clue that Lorelei likes him How will they end up together?' HIGH SCHOOL AU NOT IDOL AU Jung Woojin x lorelei June

The Case of Daisy کچێک لەناکاو ون دەبێت... بەڵام ئەوە تەنها دەستپێکە هەمووان دەڵێن هیچ شتێک ڕووی نەداوە، بەڵام یەک کەس هەر شەوێک دەنگێک دەبیستێت "تکایە... بمدۆزەرەوە" ئەو دەنگە لە خەونەکانەوە دێت ئایا خەونەکان درۆ دەکەن؟ یان کەسێک هەوڵ دەدات ڕاستییەک بشارێتەوە؟ هەر هەنگاوێک کە بۆ دۆزینەوەی ڕاستی دەندرێت نهێنییەکی تاریکتر ئاشکرا دەبێت... لە کۆتاییدا، پرسیارێک دەمێنێتەوە: ئەگەر هەمووان لەبیری بچنەوە... ئایا تۆ دەتوانیت کەسێک ڕزگار بکەیت؟

Just Random little writing that would consider poems for the love of my life that I'll never have the courage to confess to.

Chandler has been carrying the same secret for months. Every late-night edit. Every shared look across a challenge set. Every time Jimmy laughs at one of his jokes and Chandler's heart does that stupid, traitorous thing. He's done waiting for the perfect moment. After they finally wrap a long shoot, Chandler almost says it in the break room...until Tareq walks in and drags Jimmy away. Again. With a little help from Karl, Chandler spends the rest of the day trying to get even five uninterrupted minutes alone with the one person who never seems to have any. A slow-burn MrBeast x Chandler story.

Hay amores que nacen de una sola mirada y tardan años en encontrar palabras. Un corazón que nunca se atrevió a hablar, pero que encontró en la poesía la forma de decirlo todo. "Enero" reúne cuarenta poemas donde el silencio, la espera y la ternura se convierten en versos, la historia de un amor no correspondido, o tal vez aún no descubierto, escrito para alguien que nunca supo que era esperado.

The day that you gave me letters was the day I realized that this feeling of mine was no longer to be taken lightly. I wasn't expecting the words that contain on that piece of paper. I felt like I am the most beautiful princess in your eyes. This feeling of mine is still kept here in my heart until now. This feeling started just because of your SMILE it's for you, My first-ever crush; My special someone. P.S. This story is based on my high school experience. It's the real story of mine.

the title says it all. a collection.

I was reading an anonymous confession on WhatsApp when I saw myself at 7 years old. A light-yellow house. A mango tree in the compound. My mom braiding hair on the veranda. One Saturday, my cousin showed me a secret game. A game we all kept quiet about. That game followed me for years. Through school. Through moves. Through teenage years. No one knew. TW: childhood trauma / abuse This is a short fiction for the girl who wrote that confession, and for every girl like me who grew up too fast and is trying to find her way back. You're not dirty. You're not broken. You're not alone. A debut short story by GYEM WRITES.