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May 11, 2021


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The last confessor 2 Episode 9 & 10

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🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)

#season 2
Episode 9



“She started it my king. I was just lying on my bed when the confessor walked in and started saying insulting words to me.
I was confused because I had not offended her and when I tried to ask her what was the reason for her harsh words, she slapped me hard and started raining abusive words on me.

I couldn’t take it any longer and I made to leave the room when the confessor pulled me forcefully by my hair.

She had me that she hated me so much because she felt that I was gonna take her position from her because of how hardworking I am. She also told me that she has always been jealous of me. And so…”
“Keep it shut!” The king yelled angrily at her and cold shiver ran down her spine and she shuddered in fright.

“You still have the guts to lie to me in my face!” The king yelled furiously at her, clenching and unclenching his fist, trying hard not to hurt her so badly for the fact that she’s still recovering.

“Draco!” The king called, his voice cold and hard. Draco walked in and bowed his head.

“My king…” He bowed his head.


this liar to the torture room.” The king ordered icily.

Sweat suddenly broke out from her forehead and her body trembled in fear.
“You’re gonna be tortured till you decide to say the truth.” The king huffed and with that, Ciara was forcefully led out by Draco.

“Oh no! My king please don’t do this to me! I’m sorry. I’ll say the truth.” Ciara begged as Draco finally dragged her out.

The king scoffed angrily abd rubbed his temple.

He sighed and sat on his bed.


Isabelle stirred the meat inside the pot and closed it.
“Wow! Just the meat aroma has got me salivating already.” Choice smiled at Isabelle.

“The taste would be better.” Isabelle said, washing her hands in the sink. She turned off the faucet and cleaned her hands with the kitchen napkin.

“So tell me Isabelle, how did you learn how to cook this good? Only the aroma would make one salivate and the taste itself, you would want to eat more.” Choice said, with her back rested against the kitchen cabinet with Isabelle staring at her.

“Well…” Isabelle’s voice cracked. The question was gonna make her remember her dead sister.
But she wanted to answer Choice answer.

“Well, my older sister Tabitha, taught me. She was a very good cook because she learnt it from my mother. And my mom was a great cook – Tabitha always boasted about that. And so, I guess I just inherited it too apart from being taught.” Isabelle shrugged, trying hard not to break down in tears thinking

about her late sister that till date, her body hasn’t been going – not as if she has been searching for her body.

“Wow! That’s great. So, where is your sister and mother?” Choice asked innocently. If only she knew that her question was gonna bring bad old memories, then she would have kept her mouth shut.
And besides, she wouldn’t want Isabelle to feel bad.

“Well, they are both dead.” She said perfunctorily, trying hard not to cry.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry for your loss. I shouldn’t have asked you if I knew it was gonna bring back bad memories you probably shouldn’t remember.” Choice said apologetically, feeling remorseful and guilty.

“No, it’s fine. You didn’t know and that was why you asked ; if you had known, you wouldn’t have asked so, it’s fine.” Isabelle said with a sad but reassuring smile.

“I’m so sorry for your loss Isabelle, I’m really sorry.” Choice said with a sad sigh.

“It’s fine Choice, don’t get too worked up with it.” Isabelle insisted.
“Alright.” Choice sighed.

“So, how are you feeling now?” Choice was quick to change the topic because of the dull atmosphere.
Isabelle wasn’t smiling and she looked lost in thought. She sniffed and touched her forehead lightly and sighed.

“I’m better now.” She replied with a shrug.
“Good to hear that.” Choice nodded her head.

Isabelle turned back to the meat and turned off the stove.


“So, you mean you’re just gonna let her be? That hot confessor? You want only your brother to enjoy her while you continue to have a hard on by just staring at her?” Prince Marvin, prince Kalen’s friend asked.

“What do I do? She clearly doesn’t want me even when I told her I was gonna help her remove the Rada’han from her neck.
And when I tried to get her by force, the king caught me and thank goodness, my mom had to beg on my behalf.

But I’m not so sure I’m gonna be lucky this time around if I try anything stupid and my brother, the king finds out. He might have me locked up and my mother wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.” Prince Kalen said and smoked his cigar.

“Keep the excuses aside! Don’t you wanna have her?” Prince Marvin asked, already feeling impatient by prince Kalen’s long explanations.

“I want her so damn much that just thinking about her gives me a hard on.” Prince Kalen said truthfully and puffed out smoke from his mouth and nostrils.

“Right. Then let’s think of a plan together because I want her too.” Prince Marvin smirked and smacked his lips together.

Prince Kalen glared at him and rolled his eyes.


The queen, king Ceasar’s mother and him, sat on different seats, facing each other.

“So mother you sent for me.” King Ceasar groaned lowly.
“Yes I did. And it’s concerning you and the confessor.” His mother said with a suspicious look on her heavy make-up face and her body well adorned too.

“What do you mean mother?” The king asked with a crumpled look.

“You brought the confessor here to the palace because you wanted to punish her right? You wanted to treat her badly for the offense of her sister. Isn’t it?” The queen asked, with all seriousness with her eyes peering into her son’s soul.

“That’s true mother but I still don’t understand where you’re heading to.” The king sighed and placed his hand on his forehead.

“The first time she was brought here, you punished her but suddenly, I noticed that she’s even glowing and adding more flesh every day.
You even made her the head of all the maids in the palace.

If truly you’re punishing her like you intended to, it would have been written all over her but she doesn’t look like one that’s being mistreated. In fact, she looked better than when she first came here.” The queen said with a mischievous smile.

“That’s my business mother and not yours.” The king said.

“Whatever is your business is also mind because you’re my son.” The queen grinned.

King Ceasar was confused – he didn’t know what was amusing his mother to make her smile like someone who just won a lottery.

“It’s just you and me in this room.” The queen whispered at him and stared around suspiciously.
“So, tell me king Ceasar…are you perhaps in love with the confessor

Episode 10


Okay, this was a question the king never expected to hear from his aunt, who he has taken like his own mother.

Queen Hapitha is king Ceasar’s late mother’s younger sister and ever since his mother died, she had taken him like her son and he too, as taken her as his mother.

They’re super close and they confide in each other.

King Ceasar sees queen Hapitha who’s also princess Roseline mother, as his own mother even before his biological mother died.

But the death of his parents brought them closer to each other and queen Hapitha knows not to interfere in her nephew’s: the king relationship matter.

“Queen Hapitha.” He called a little harshly.
Queen Hapitha bit her Lowe lip in guilt. The king has gotten mad at her and she knows it just by the way he had called her name.

“Why would you say such a thing? You know I can’t love my enemy. And I’m only being a little nice to the confessor because she saved my life and it’s only right of me to be a little nice to her.

But that would not change the fact that I hate her and she’s my enemy.” King Ceasar said with his face stiff as if he has been given a big blow on his face.

“Fine, fine. You don’t have to get angry at such little question. I was just curious and I meant no harm.” Queen Hapitha sighed lowly and took the king’s hands in hers and squeezed it lightly.

“I’m sorry mother, for almost getting angry at you. I know you care about me and that was the reason you asked. I’m sorry I took it too personally.” The king apologized calmly.

“It’s fine son. You have every right to be angry because I’ve always known that you don’t like someone interfering in your personal issue but I still went ahead to pry into your relationship life.” She said guiltily.

“It’s fine mother – I insist.” The king said.

“So, since you cut off ties with Roseline, have you found another bride?” The queen asked softly.
The king nodded his head. “Yes mother. King Smith’s niece, princess Deborah. She’s be arriving here tomorrow anyways and I’ll introduce her properly to you.” He said.

“That’s great. But I hope she’d be better than that b*tchy Roseline and you two would eventually get married.” The queen said with a knowing smile.

King Ceasar just shook his head and stared at the queen.


“Remember all I’ve told abd taught you okay? Be of good moral conduct so the king would fall in love with you and have no choice than to get married to you.” King Smith advised princess Deborah as she stood beside her carriage, about leaving.

“I’ve heard you uncle and I promise to do my best to make you proud. And I can assure you that the king wouldn’t be able to resist my charm and we’ll definitely get married.” Princess Debby boasted proudly with her shoulders raised high.

“I trust you and that was why I chose you for the task.” King Smith smiled proudly at her.

“Let me get going now uncle, I don’t want to keep my husband-to-be waiting and make him have a bad impression on me on our first meeting.” Princess Debby smiled warmly at her uncle that she’d always be very grateful to forever in her life. This man that has made half of her dream become reality.

She couldn’t be more grateful.

“Alright Debby.” King Smith said and kissed her both cheeks soundly.
“Alright uncle.” She pecked his both cheeks.

“Bye.” He waved at her and she waved back at him before entering inside her already awaiting carriage.

They continued to wave at each other until they were both was out of sight from each other.

“You look really happy my princess.” Sandy confirmed with a smile as princess Debby sat properly in the carriage.
“Sure I am. I’ll be meeting the man of my dreams, the man I’ve always fantasized on cuddling with together on his bed.

If there’s another word for overly happy, then that’s what I’m feeling right now. Because saying I’m happy is even an understatement.” Princess Debby confided in her truthfully.

“I know how you feel princess. And I’m happy for you because you deserve happiness and the best man as your husband.” Sandy said warmly.

“Come here.” The princess beckoned on her to hug her and Sandy went into her outstretched arms and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you Sandy and I’m glad that we are gonna be together even after I get married.”


“I’m talking to you Roseline!” Jeffery called out to Roseline who seemed to have zoned out completely from thinking.

Her head was almost in chaos as she thought of a lie to Jeffery.
Was she supposed to tell him that she was never pregnant?
Or she’s still pregnant even if she isn’t?

“Why would you ask me such a question Jeffery?” Roseline yelled angrily, trying to play the victim.

“It’s just a harmless question Rose. I haven’t seen you develop those symptoms a normal pregnant woman would develop and I couldn’t help but think maybe you would have terminated the pregnancy.” Jeffery shrugged, already on his feet.

“Really? You didn’t even think of anything else but that I already terminated the pregnancy right? You’re such an idiot.” She hissed angrily.

“Okay, I’m sorry for accusing you wrongly. I’m sorry.” Jeffery apologized calmly.

“You can keep the apology to yourself,I don’t need it.” She hissed at him and walked out on him.

“Rose…” He called and sighed despondently.

He ruffled his hair and exhaled tiredly.

Roseline got to her room in the hut and breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Woah! That was close. Good job Roseline.” She smirked cunningly to herself and plonked hard on her bed – more like just an ordinary foam.


Isabelle stood before the king with her hands behind her back and her head bent low, making her hair fall over her face.

She had been that way for nothing less than ten minutes, if she counted it correctly; since she came into the king’s room.

“Strip and bend over the table.” The king commanded at last, with his voice a little gruffy.

“Huh?” Isabelle almost gasped.
The feeling was almost new because it’s been quite a while since the king had her over the table. It’s been on his bed.

“Don’t let me repeat myself confessor!” He groaned, his eyes blazing with anger.

Isabelle noticed how angry the king looked and she knows better not to upset him more.

With her hands shaking nervously, she pulled off her clothes and then, moved to her underthings and pulled them off too.

She was already stark naked before the king and she felt awfully shy.

Slowly, she walked over to the table and bent lightly, giving the king a perfect view of her round and firm b*tt.



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