A Vow Of No Forgiveness Novels & Stories

"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 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.

Just love you. Exactly as you are. The woman who rebuilt herself. The mother who teaches kindness like it’s currency. The soul who walked through fire and still had enough grace to forgive the hands that lit the match. I will never deserve that forgiveness. But I will spend the rest of my life honoring it. Tomorrow, when I see you, I know my knees might shake. My breath might hitch. But one thing will be steady: My vow to choose you. Not just in the sunlight of our best days. But in the shadows too.

Plus, she looked like a woman who had gone through hell without support. "I am afraid that we can't do anything unless you forgive everyone that has wronged you. In this village or beyond." Mary said before standing up. The other warriors were watching them. Nobody had moved a muscle, friends or foe, everyone was a statue and was watching without a sound. "Wait," Ejima heaved, "if forgiveness is all your God asks, then I am willing. It is hard, but I forgive them. I forgive my husband Uche. I forgive my friend and her sister who took away my home. I forgive the village who banished me and made me eat dust for bread. I forgive my husband for trying to kill me on several occasions. I forgive e

“Do you think we’ll ever have to do this again?” Aria smiled, stroking her hair. “Forgiveness is like the river. Sometimes it dries, sometimes it floods. But it always finds its way back. We will always need it. But we’ll never have to begin alone again.” They rose together, leaving the grove behind. Stones lay hidden under the current, the stream whispering promises of tomorrow. And in the hearts of the pack, for the first time, forgiveness was not just a dream—it was their strength, their vow, their law.

No promises. No forgiveness. Just being. And maybe for now. that was enough.

“If you truly want my forgiveness, if you truly want me—then I want something in return.” They tensed, every one of them on edge. Xavier’s jaw locked, his fingers flexing at his sides. “Anything.” Nathan nodded, his throat working. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.” Rolex let out a slow breath, his eyes shining with something unreadable. “Just say the words, Mia.” Sean met my gaze last, his expression unreadable, but his fists were clenched like he was holding himself back from reaching for me. I inhaled slowly, steadying myself. “Pledge yourselves to me,” I murmured, watching their reactions. “Swear your loyalty, your lives—everything. If you want me to break your curse, I want a vow. A blood

A shadow caught between altars, belonging to neither, haunted by both. He exhaled slowly, pressing his forehead briefly to the cold stone behind him. The stone stole heat from his skin, greedy and indifferent. He let it. He needed the theft. Needed something to feel simple again. I won’t let you be destroyed by this. The vow was formed without ceremony. Without hesitation. It landed in him like a brand, hot and permanent, the kind that doesn’t ask whether you deserve it. Not by The Devil. Not by my father. Not by the truth.

His message was about forgiveness—a topic that struck a deep chord with Adrian. The priest spoke about the necessity of forgiving others "from your heart," referencing Matthew 18:35, the conclusion of the Parable of the Unforgiving Servant. His words resonated with Adrian. Forgiveness was not just an outward act, the priest said. It had to be sincere, a true release of anger and bitterness. The priest emphasized that holding on to grudges and hurt only weighed a person down, adding unnecessary pressure and burden. By not forgiving, one only brought pain and hatred into their own heart.