All The Forgivenesses 소설 & 이야기

Gia placed a reassuring hand on Deep's, her touch conveying a sense of solidarity and understanding. Gia: You're right, Deep. Ejay's actions speak volumes about the darkness within him. Forgiveness isn't owed to someone who's caused so much devastation. Their agreement hung in the air, a shared understanding that certain wounds cut too deep for forgiveness to mend. In that hospital room, amidst the quiet resolve, Deep and Gia found solace in their mutual acknowledgment of the unforgivable nature of Ejay's deeds, a shared conviction that stood firm against the tide of pain and betrayal.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

C H A P T E R 1 6 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T R E G R E T Forgiveness is the softness of the spirit, a gentle nature, the openness of the soul, and humility—for it is because of forgiveness that you are emancipated from the shackles of the past, your soul is lit with purity and your heart becomes strong. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

"Trust God, Lucas. We have been serving Him. He would not hurt us like this without a purpose. Besides, your sister and Jane just went ahead of us. If you still want to see them, fix your life. Committing sin now because your mad would ruin you forever." "What should I do then, dad? I cannot forgive her! It pains me every time I see her. She reminds me that her existence caused us to lose Jane and Ruth!" "Had it ever crossed your mind that perhaps, Dana, was a victim, too? Don't judge her. This might be God's way of letting Himself known to Dana's life." Marcus patted his back. "I'm your father, Lucas. It also pains me to see you unable to move on. But I don't want you to continue hating Dan

"Not surrendering. I’m offering you forgiveness." Alaric froze for a moment, then burst into a booming laugh. "Forgiveness? You would forgive me? After everything?" "Yes. Because if I don’t, I’ll become just like you, trapped in eternal hatred." Siron looked at Morat and Lyra. "They have already forgiven. Now it’s my turn." Morat hesitated, but Lyra nodded. Finally, Morat nodded as well, however begrudgingly. Alaric looked bewildered. "This... this is impossible..."

The tribe parts around me like the tide drawn by the moon. A laugh — small, cracked — escapes my throat before I can stop it. It sounds foreign, like it belongs to someone else. Tears slip free. Forgiven. The word rolls through me again, strange . I drop both knees to the ground — not in weakness, but in surrender. To fate. To forgiveness. To the tribe that now calls me one of its own again. My chest feels too small to hold the relief. My wolf stirs, pressing against my ribs, humming her joy in a low, trembling growl.

Funny how that worked out. The night he saved me, I asked him how I could ever repay him. He looked at me so seriously it almost felt real. "Then be mine." I pinched him lightly. "I'm serious." His breathing turned uneven as he pulled me closer. "Then... give me 290 forgiveness tokens." "Forgiveness tokens?" I wrapped my arms around him, confused. He laughed softly. "Silly girl. If I ever hurt you 290 times, I'll use those tokens to ask for forgiveness 290 times. Once they're gone, we won't owe each other anything anymore."

Her voice trembled, finding it difficult to meet my gaze “What’s the issue?”, I inquired. “I— I really need you to forgive me”, she continued, still trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. My mom had once informed me about Gwen’s mistreatment by her lover. She said a friend of hers told her about it but before she informed me I knew what had happened to Gwen and even the day of her arrival. “It’s alright,” I assured her. Though my pride was hurt at the time but it happened three years ago and truthfully, I had moved on. The false accusations by my father at the office now hurt even more .

Anna listened intently without judgment, her silent support helping unravel tangled knots inside me. "And now he dares show his face, speaking of making amends! As if a few words could undo the hell he put me through," I spat bitterly. Anna pondered thoughtfully before responding. "Forgiveness is a difficult path, Princess, one that often requires time. But harboring resentment also poisons the soul. Perhaps there is merit in hearing what Alpha Kane has to say, though you owe him nothing." Her wisdom gave me pause. As much as I wanted to lash out, keeping an open mind may better serve finding my lost babes. I dried my eyes, squaring shoulders.

Ohas pulled back slightly, his eyes shining with something fragile, something raw. “If you hurt me or kill me, I will not hold it against you. But I will spend my whole life seeking your forgiveness.” Something cracked deep inside Hayden, something he didn’t know how to name. All he could whisper was, “Okay.” Ohas’ breath shuddered as he exhaled, his gaze never leaving Hayden’s. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said— “Hayden Hayes… you are my forgiveness.” Hayden closed his eyes to bite back the tears before gathering himself.