A Vow Of No Forgiveness Novels & Stories

“I... haven’t realized that you’re going through a lot lately. And i know it’s hard for you. But if they’re real friends, they’d understand. You just have to give them a little more time to digest everything.” “I’m just scared that they might tell this to everyone. And I don’t want Kris to be scolded by his dad because of this shameful truth.” “Kace, it’s not shameful. And besides, Kris has always wanted to tell everyone about the truth. You’re just really stubborn and he’s too nice to let it go.” She sighed. “I just really hope they can forgive me somehow.” ***

He was trained to the maximum, but he was still a boy, and he had to become a man overnight, put all his emotions aside, and tell everything to make the strongest pack that ever existed. He had to stop Khan at all costs, even if it meant renouncing his mate, but he could never presume that fate would play with his and Ema’s life. But the guilty one will have to pay, they will find him and tear out his heart with his own hands, whether he was his brother or not. Maybe Arden could understand his brother’s madness and illness that had eaten him since childhood and that he had forced their parents into death, but to take revenge by hurting his Mate, he was not allowed to do that, and for that, h

They were a family that was evolving, learning, and expanding with every sunrise, even though they weren't a happy family in the traditional sense. A feeling of peaceful satisfaction filled Hazel one evening as she observed Liam gurgling contentedly in his cradle. The future loomed ahead of her, brimming with possibilities, but the wounds from the past would take time to heal. She was a mother, a fighter, and a woman who had at last come to believe in herself instead of being a victim. Whispering a vow into the darkness, Hazel embraced her son tightly. "Liam, we'll be alright. We're going to be just fine. We'll create a life that is full of love, joy, and the fortitude to handle whatever com

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

Perhaps it was out of desperation that he wanted to hear other options than the one he was about to do. “Instead of using the drug,” Bernard continued, looking at Enzo as he spoke. “We make him give us the vow of loyalty and truth.” The council was silent but Ophelia heard their minds loud and clear. She was thinking the same thing they did, would Enzo agree to this? The vow of loyalty is the same one Bernard gave to Ophelia six years ago. He always went by it, if he wanted to or not. The difference between the drug and the vow is that the drug lasts for only a few hours. The vow lasts for eternity. Some old Glaham tales say the vow even follows you in your death. It is the most hallowed and

"In case you misinterpret me, Irene... I don't hate your mom anymore. Even before she died, I already forgave her for all the mistakes she had left with me while she's still alive. Because on the day of our wedding , I swore to the Lord... for all the sins she commits, I shall always give her my forgiveness." "For all humans couldn't prevent committing a mistake, shall I have considered that as I accept your mother to be my wife, I have sworn to the Lord not to plant resentments in my heart... and I will always love your mother, always giving her the love that I promised to her even before our wedding... and to continue loving her despite all the mistakes she has done... and I will always co

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

He exhales slowly, hand pressed to his side as pain flickers across his features. “Because you didn’t give up on me when I didn’t deserve you. And because… because I know what people do under fear. Under pressure. Under trauma. You weren’t acting out of malice. You were acting out of desperation.” I swallow back tears. “I’m sorry,” I whispers. “I know.” He lookedy down at his hands. “But forgiveness isn’t… one moment. It’s a choice. Every day. Even when it’s hard.” Then, softer:

I continued, “I’m nothing like you.” I took a breath, steadying myself, and then said the words I had been holding in for far too long — the words that felt like a declaration, a vow, a truth carved into my bones. “If someone hurt me — betray me — to the extent that I feel not just pain or sadness, but shattered, doubting my own worth… There is no going back. The person who does that to me ceases to exist from the day I recover. They have no value in my life. And I will never welcome them back, even if they apologize a thousand times. You see, I’m not someone who can forgive or forget easily. That person can try. They can hope. But that would be nothing more than wishful thinking.”

Her arm is stronger than her light was a moment ago, and this strength holds without tearing anything inside me. “There is nothing to forgive,” I answer, and I think in this moment I speak truest today: there is nothing to forgive because there is no sin, only lack. “Just bring him back with me.” The weight of “with me” strikes the stone’s edge, and Lunathiel nods, not as a promise but as one who takes the preposition onto herself.