A Soft Answer Turns Away Wrath Novels & Stories

"This is why I don't tell you things." "Well, if you had finished him off before he finished you, then I wouldn't have stepped in." He throws his hands in the air. "It wouldn't have even come to this. I keep telling you — you can't be soft. Your enemies will use it against you. I keep telling you to finish the job because if you don't, they'll always come back to haunt you. But you thought I was bluffing?" He gestures at me. "If you had just finished him off — embarrassed him when you pushed him to the ground on the ice — then it wouldn't have come to this. But you gave him grace. And this is how he repaid you." His arguing voice lowers . "You are weak."

“I’d like us to turn to 1 John chapter 2 verses 15 to 16. Sister Grace, would you do us the honour of reading it aloud?” Me? My stomach dropped. I was in no way shy, and I read scriptures often, but it felt so wrong for me to read while my pussy was wet. I grabbed my bible and flipped through the pages with ease, “Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in them. For everything in the world, the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, comes not from the Father, but from the world.”

“But what if mercy is seen as weakness? What if it emboldens others to challenge our authority?” Chacaritas smiles, a knowing look in her eyes. “True power comes not from fear, but from the ability to inspire loyalty and trust. Mercy is not weakness, my son. It is the mark of a leader who understands the value of life, even in the face of betrayal.” Wilson nods slowly, her words sinking in. He knows she is right, but the decision still feels like a heavy burden. “I’ll think about it,” he says finally. “Thank you, Mother.”

“Why send them away? Why turn even my men against me?” For the briefest moment, I thought he might break—his gaze softened, the brother I once trusted flickering there. But it was gone in an instant. His face hardened, his mouth curling with something I couldn’t call a smile. He leaned close, his voice low, venomous. “Because mercy is a disease, brother. And I won’t let it kill us both.”

“I want to believe you because you are her mate and also, no one knows how to hide their softness as much as you do and I am the friend that will always talk about how strict you are each time I'm asked about you.” “What do you mean? I am not hiding. I just set boundaries for myself and I'm not letting anyone cross that boundary. So, stop saying I'm pretending to be who I am not because I'm trying to cover up my softness. And, I'm not soft. That's equivalent to being weak, which is not in my dictionary.” “I know you will never admit to being soft which is why I won't take it further but I hope you do know that having a soft heart is not a weakness. Beatrice might have taken advantage of that

Luca driving her home, maybe charming her with that fake grin over those fifteen minutes or more. The Bible verse echoed in my mind: “Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger” But as the sun dipped lower, my anger simmered, unquenched, and I knew prayer alone wouldn’t fix this. Not when she was slipping away, one free ride at a time.

A Week Later Jesus said, "But I tell you, do not resist an evil person, but whoever slaps you on your right cheek, turn to him the other also. To turn the other cheek is not to surrender to anger, but to be wise in the way we react to injustices and violence suffered, so that God is glorified in our actions and reactions. As we react by repaying evil with good, we impact people with a strong testimony about the action of the Eternal in our lives.

I never imagined that the little angel I adored was enduring such pain all along. My throat tightened. My eyes burned red as I looked at Shanon. "I only see Ginny once a month! Tell me! How could these injuries possibly have been caused by me?" She avoided my gaze, her eyes flickering with guilt. Seeing she was losing ground, Shanon quickly changed tactics. "Ginny is at a mischievous age," she said pitifully. "Sometimes when she's disobedient, I lightly discipline her. That's not abuse!" She sniffed dramatically, as though she were the one wronged.

Still, he touched the boy as though the world wasn't collapsing around them. As though violence did not exist. As if love alone could change destiny. Wrath snarled. He hated gentleness. He hated softness. He hated. He stepped closer before he realized he was moving. Flames burst high around him, crackling in the air. "What mortal dares summon me?" Wrath thundered out, shaking earth with his voice. Jophiel looked up. Their eyes met. It was then that something inside of Wrath burst. A chain he never knew existed snapped clean through.

She sighs and took my palms into hers. "Lowell I've known you right from when you were a kid. You're always been a wonderful child. you have a good heart. search in your heart bring back that good person you've always been. Don't let anger define who you really are. Lowell I know you wouldn't want to have the blood of an innocent girl in your hands right?"