Wanna Bet?
** **andy said, "yeah, but they go to the building for those confessionals; you get to see them in skimpy clothes, then.
Catacombs of Kabal: Chapter 4
Whispers of cannibalism in the lower slums have not rested easy on my ears," said qab as he sat in the confessional booth with tears threatening his eyes.
Swiss Mix - Chapter 351-375
I feel much better now," he said, before leaving the confessional and rejoining his family.
~ In Perpetual Silence ~
The hearse waited under the gaslight, doors open like a confessional. he lifted her in with liturgical care, fastened the straps as though she might bruise. darkness swallowed the road. no followers. no witnesses.
Plague of Bears
His immense balls jostled madly beneath him as he kicked out, legs brushing up against the doors of the confessional box and his immense frame rising up to fill the entire box.
Azure Bloodlust - Prologue: The Sale
"just kiddin'," the old man said with a sneer that'd send demons flocking to confessionals. blood poured from his chest wound like a big red arrow pointing down. randolph’s snout wrinkled.
2.7 - Best Behavior
She lowered her voice to a private, confessional tone. "we want the same thing." "which is?" "survival." "for its own sake?" he countered. "who says i don't have goals and plans?" "i'm telepathic," he deadpanned.
The Final Voyage of Captain Alva - Ch.1
Everyone is free to participate in a confessional. you..." she paused for a moment, as if doting on her next choice of words, "... aren't well versed in our practices, are you?" "n-no, sister," i admitted, and instantly dropped my gaze to the ground.
The Mark Callaway Story Chapter 2
"i'm a damned confessional." mark relaxed back into his seat, "thank you." with that, the fox slowed his car and turned into danny's circular driveway, "but look, take my advice, ok? tell danny: and soon.
Corrupting A Nun
"well if you'd like, i could go and find one of the fathers and you could talk to him in the confessional." "you sure they're not busy with the other sisters?"
Eternally Vernal, Chapter 6: Rock, Paper, Scissors; Noughts and Crosses; Marbles; and Tag
“think of my truck cabin like a confessional: what we've said in it doesn't exist when we leave it.
Louder Kinds of Quiet
Emotions pooling and spilling out of him in fervent, confessional whispers and gentle, smacking kisses. and she took it all. and reciprocated.