A Vow Of No Forgiveness Novels & Stories

"It can. If you don't heal. If you don't get help. That's why we're here. To make sure you heal." Nova was angry. "She shot Daddy. She could have killed him." "I know. You have every right to be angry." "But Mommy forgave her. How? Why?" Isla took Nova's hand. "Because holding onto hate would have poisoned me. Forgiveness wasn't for Vivian. It was for me. So I could be free." "What if I don't want to forgive her?" "Then you don't. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Everyone's healing looks different."

Three years of love, wasted on a man who couldn't feel. Three years. Not three days.Not three months . Over a thousand nights believing in a future which never existed. Even a dog would be treated with more kindness. Clenching her fists, She bit her lips so hard that it bled. “ I will sign”. She scrawled her name, each stroke firm and final. “After the divorce, I will leave Abuja. If we ever meet again… we will be strangers “. “Fine”, he said with mocking ease. “just the way I want it”. As she handed him the pen,tears streamed down her face.

I would not let this ungrateful brat ruin Quinn's life again, not in a million years. My refusal made her stomp her feet in frustration. Just as she was about to say something else, a cool voice interrupted. "Even if she were willing to let go, I wouldn't agree to it." Quinn had returned and was now standing beneath the willow tree. His gaze was icy and resolute.

"Yes, I was. But that doesn't excuse my behavior." Andrea took a step closer to him, her hands trembling slightly. "Can we... can we start over? Put this behind us and try to make this work?" Sorin hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Could he forgive her? Could they move past this and build a life together? Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yes, Andrea. Let's try to make this work." Andrea's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Sorin. I promise I'll do everything I can to earn your trust."

"Swear that if you ever try to claim those shares, you forfeit everything." Penelope's eyes darted around the room, finding no allies. "I..." her voice cracked. "I swear." "Louder." "I swear that if I break my oath regarding Diana Knight's shares," Penelope's voice strengthened with desperate anger, "I forfeit everything. My name, my possessions, my home..." "And?" "And..." tears slipped down her cheeks. "And everyone who calls me family or friend." "Perfect." Ashlyn's smile was victorious. "Now seal it."

I made a vow. Vows are more that promises. They have greater potency that the words of mere promises. I vowed never to turn a human or to feed from a human the day I made that dreadful mistake. What mistake? I killed the man I loved. I fed from him and drained every pint of blood he had in him. So I made my vow. I, Kayla, will never feed. I'll die from thirst and hunger before I ever feed. And because I was turned to a vampire against my will, I will never turn a human to the monster I have now become.

He glanced at her only to find her already glaring him. Dylan then took a sharp breath and slowly released his vice grip from her body. Dylan: I know I did wrong and I don't want the whole world to remind me again and again. Moreover, there is a limit for everything. A limit to commit mistakes, a limit to confess, a limit to apologize, a limit to forgive, a limit to break promises, a limit to heal the scars. And I know very well that I have crossed all my limits so it's high time for me to apologize and cry for your forgiveness. That's why I have decided that today I won't beg you for forgiveness instead I will surrender myself on my own volition to the law.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "I have already reconsider my decision, I will accept you and I have forgiven you......" "Forgiven me for what?"

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

“Leave in the morning if you must. Come back only if you’ve learned to stand without breaking me. Don’t kiss me in the dark and expect me to forgive the light. And… don’t touch me like I’m not allowed to walk away.” He listened like I had recited a law. When he spoke, it was the slow, deliberate voice of a man making a vow. “I’ll do it. I’ll earn the right to be near you. I’ll be here if you want me to be. I’ll leave if you say go. I swear on—” He stopped himself, then smiled crookedly. “On something I can’t break.” Something in me softened, but I clenched my fists anyway. Softening wasn’t forgiving. It was simply an admission that I was human, messy, ache-filled, and stupid for wanting warm