All The Forgivenesses Novels & Stories

Also, many powerful people were indebted to him and were willing to do anything he asked. The Wyatt family was nothing in front of him. “I overstepped my boundaries. Please, forgive me,” she said as she endured the indignity. Dustin sneered. ‘Amara, I bet you’ll never guess that the face behind this mask is the one you look down on most, will you?’ he thought. There was a loud thud behind him. Delia gritted her teeth and knelt on the floor. “Mr. Foxtin, I’ll kneel before you if that’s what it takes. I’ll do anything for your forgiveness!” Delia said as she cried.

“Emily… please. Have mercy.” “There’s no mercy in power,” I said. I turned away from him, walked to the table, and picked up the empty vial that had once held the antidote. I tossed it over my shoulder. It landed beside him with a soft clink. “Goodbye, Jacob.” I didn’t look back. I didn’t have to. I heard him sobbing as I walked away, and it didn’t stir a single thread of sympathy in me. Because the truth was simple:

you, today, in this café, in this city, in this life, in this love, everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, so forgive me, my daughter, forgive me, forgive me for not coming back sooner, forgive me for not remembering sooner, forgive me for not searching for you sooner, forgive me for not loving you sooner, forgive me, Élianor, forgive me, I beg you, forgive me." I look at her, I look at her with my eyes that are hers, that are those of my children, that are those of Marcus, that are those of this family we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness,

Mark mumbled. He always remembers the things that the other girl did in the past, that year he let go of her, because he always thought she didn't mean it, and reassured himself James would be fine, in a few days he would wake up, never expecting him to still sleep peacefully. The more he thought about it, the more he hated that girl, and then became angry at himself for being too benevolent. If he let him see her again now, he would certainly not forgive her, he would make her taste pain.

Their eyes glowed a sickly green, their faces twisted in grotesque smiles. The furies. They had found me. Terror surged through me, freezing me in place. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body refused to move, paralyzed by the sheer weight of their presence. The furies advanced, their whispers filling the air around me, wrapping around me like chains. “Ava… you belong to us now…” “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t… I don’t belong to you…” But the furies only laughed again, their voices dripping with malice. “Oh, but you do… Your soul is ours…”

Wyatt heard a man’s voice say. “NO! It’s your fault thinking that covering money that was never going to be directly touched by her in your energy would actually work, It’s not my fault you and your siblings are so damn stupid. It’s really amazing that Abaddon lets you even attempt to collect souls.” That time it was Daniel.

I didn't say anything. She pulled out a bankbook and pressed it into my hand. "It's fourteen thousand three hundred dollars—we scraped it together for you. Take it, use it while you're over there." I looked at the bankbook. "Where'd this come from?" She dropped her gaze. "We sold your dad's car." My dad nodded beside her. "Nathan, we were wrong before. We failed you." My mom's eyes went red. "I know I messed up... I really do... Can you ever forgive me?"

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:

“It needs forgiveness. From her. From me. And from all of you.” The room stilled. Forgiveness — such a small word, such an impossible demand. Abby clenched his fists. “I can’t forgive. Not Jake. Not my wife. And not you.” Mathapelo raised her cane with trembling hands. “Then I will.” She looked at Kate, her eyes full of pain and yet soft. “I forgive you, Kate. You were jealous, but I too was proud. I forgive you.” The air seemed to shift. For a brief moment, Mathapelo’s body loosened, her breathing easier. But then thunder cracked so violently it rattled the window glass, and a shadow fell across the door.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭