A Vow Of No Forgiveness Novels & Stories

“I choose to forgive him.” Her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, as though she could hold her racing heart still. “More than that—he has promised me that he will help me bring Mother back. That is his vow to me. And if he can fulfill it… then I will forgive everything. No matter what lies in the past, I will place my faith in him.” By the end, her words had taken on a fervent, almost devotional tone. She glowed with a fierce, radiant passion that seemed to fill the room, lighting the shadows with the sheer force of her conviction.

"I'm sorry Liv. I know I broke your heart. I know I shouldn't have moved here. I have messed up so many times. But I am here to work. I needed to get a better job so that I could take care of my daughter." He said that last part and looked at me like he was waiting for me to react in some type of way. "Don't look too disappointed JP. I already know about McKayla. Maggie made sure to reach out to me. She said she was only reaching out to me to apologize for everything, but she let me know about McKayla and even sent me a picture of her. JP, I don't know what you want from me. I struggled to pull myself together the first year after you broke me. I was stupid and fell for you. You can apologiz

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

He continued. “We live in a time that treats promises lightly. As though commitment is optional. As though desire alone is justification.” A ripple of agreement moved through the congregation. I felt heat rise to my face, my heart started the kind of race and pound combo that it does whenever I feel doom lurking. He didn’t look at me. Not yet. “A vow,” he said, “is not made when one feels nothing. It is made in full knowledge that feeling may come… and still, one chooses obedience.”

“We stand here not to revive the old order, but to bury it properly.” She looked each woman in the eyes. “The new oath is simple, We vow to tell the truth. We vow to protect choice. We vow to never again let love become a weapon.” The women watched her, breathing shallow, waiting. “No blades,” she said. “No blood bowls.” “No sacrifices.” “No spells.” “No chains.” Just truth. Olivia placed one hand over her heart. “If you accept this vow, not to me, but to yourselves, step forward.” One woman stepped.

For not trusting you, for not believing in the man you could be. Vladimir gazed at the ground for a moment, the pressure of her words bearing down on him. He had done wrong great wrongs, wrongs that would haunt him the remainder of his life. But he also recognized that forgiveness was not a destination. It was a path. And the journey they were on, though arduous, was one he was ready to embark on. Don't apologize," he said at last, looking up at her again. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I will spend every day of my existence proving to you that I am worthy of your trust.

"It's fine, I'm just kidding. How are you?" "I'm good. I only just kissed the guy who ruined a few years of your life, made me go through it with you, then I'm calling and acting like it didn't happen. Oh, forgot to mention I've also worked with him for nearly a month. See? I'm peachy." I won't say all of that. For both of our sakes, I will stop at the first two words. Freya can't suffer again. Not because of me. Not only would she never forgive me, but she'd also be heartbroken. A relapse is possible. Because of me. I cannot have it.

I opened my mouth, my hands shaking a little but my voice came out steady. “I vow to be your partner in life,” I said, “not just in love. Your equal and anchor. I vow to speak up when I’m hurting, not walk away. I vow to walk beside you, no matter how hard the road gets. I vow to choose you, every day, even on the days I’m mad at you especially then.” He smiled, and I could see his eyes shining too. He was holding it in, but I knew him. “I vow to forgive,” I added, “to fight fair, to celebrate your wins like they’re mine, to share in your pain like it’s ours.”

"One more chance, seraphim... Please, one more chance, Seraphina. I will prove to you that—" "Desmond." I cupped his face. "I will not leave." Then I reached for his hair and stroked it. "Didn't I tell you before that I can forgive? That is one of my vows, remember?" He nodded. "I will forgive you only once. However, if this happens again, I will not forgive you anymore. I will divorce our marriage and I will break our mate bond. Do you understand me, cinnamon?" I said in my sweet tone, threatening him.

Maybe then he would love me. And if Rogan failed… well. I’d always been good at finding other knives. That’s the thing about vows, people think they’re about loyalty. They’re not. They’re about resolve. And mine was set in stone tonight: Kieran had been spared once. She would not be spared again.