Atonement Novel Novels & Stories

“None of us are perfect. We all do our best in this life we are given. We try to find our path and sometimes do right by others, sometimes not. We are all simply trying to find our way in a life that is all too short it seems. I have made peace with us. It was over a long time ago but no, I have not been lonely. Is it right that I did to you what you did to me? No, and that’s not why I did it. I wanted company and love and happiness too.” “I know that you have had someone else for a long time,” Atomas replied. “I had no doubt. And I am sorry. But I kept it quiet from you for it was not about revenge.” “I understand that Hester,” Atomas replied. He was quiet a moment then and when he spoke ag

“Perhaps it would be right for you to die for yourself, but you could never atone for the others because of your guilt. I hope you see, Evan, you need someone innocent to die for you — not a wolf and not a townsman, someone who remains completely clean of all of this.” He patted his cheek twice and turned, sterling himself towards the gates. “We’re executing Balthazar, yes,” he said, “but you aren’t going to die for him any more Arthur will die for Ba’reel, the Hunters for the people they killed, or Lunus for the ancestors. We are atoning for the sins of the centuries tomorrow in this town.” This he declared with a broad faced grin, then added, “So, we have a volunteer.” Lunus and Evan watch

Weird thing though, it was Chelsea that I saw and not Theriss’ face. The car accident... Could it be… I prayed to Papa God to watch over me and over the people who needed Him. Then I took a deep breath and looked forward to enjoying the holiday! I love You so much, Almighty Father. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

"We must finish what we started." ------ The fire in the sanctuary had long been quenched, but its ashes still whispered stories to the wind—stories of sacrifice, betrayal, love, and redemption. Now, with the weight of the past behind them, Isabella and Arthur stood as unwavering beacons of resilience. Back in the village, the church had undergone another transformation. Walls were repainted not just with colour, but with prayers. The pulpit, once defiled by Elder Gideon's corrupted messages, now echoed truth. In every sermon, Arthur’s voice rang clear, anchored in grace and strength.

Anton commented and I told him that we would have to be on alert for those rogue moonless shifters. Meeting up with Gideon he looked at Anton and asked me who he was. Anton took it upon himself to offer his hand to the assassin. “I'm Anton, a friend of Athena, and I am thrilled to meet you, Sir. You're a legend among the guards and warriors,” he muttered excitedly. “Great, let's go,” Gideon growled after shaking the offered hand. We all set forth through the trees to find Athena. Thankfully, my Lycan gave me a general idea of where she had found Chad, so I told the two to follow me.

she said as she lay down on the rotten, smelly mattress underneath with her daughter. Meanwhile, in another room, a man who was once beautiful and well-built has now lost his good looks but has not lost his majestic figure whose hands are now bound by chains to form a standing position. His long black hair was messy, covering his face, which was full of wounds; there were still traces of blood on his face and body. Even many new and old wounds dried up and then bled again. The lashes and knife cuts were terrible. But the woman in front of Benedict just looked and smiled, and she liked to see something that no one could own.

Alois Devaraux, the first Emperor of Heaven who is known for his excellency in crafting weapons, set his own foot on the land of mortals to bring peace and execute the wolves using his very own hands. Meanwhile, in a far away mountain located in the land of mortals home a woman who fell in love with a wolf, Callista Cournellier. Upon searching for a Comfrey amidst the forest, she stumbled upon a man whom she thought of as a hunter, Louis Valentine. Their meetings did not end in this and they eventually got married. The woman soon bore a child in her womb. The gender is still unknown but a decision has been made to call the baby Anastasia if it’s a female, or Gavin if it is of the opposite ge

Rose pulled out cotton ball from the box and dipped it in an antiseptic solution before stepping in between his legs as she grew more nervous because of their proximity. "Um.. can ... Can you.. take off your shirt please," Rose hesitated while Dante obliged happily and in seconds his shirt was gone. Rose let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when her eyes fell onto his chest. He was muscles everywhere. A perfectly sculpted six pack body with tattoos scattered for display. He looked like a piece of art. She wanted nothing more than to run her hands over it. She gulped before moving her eyes towards his wound.

Ewan There’s nothing like bringing justice to those who cannot do it for themselves that makes satisfaction course through my veins. Dalton Corleone and Bonnie Corleone are going to receive a bit of that justice tonight, and I cannot be any more delighted. I watch as the couple sits comfortably in their large mansion, feasting and rebelling while their victims fester in the bowels of their underground torture chamber. Dalton and Bonnie are sociopaths. As a couple, they work with charities under the guise of humanitarianism, but in real life, they’re monsters. They own several homeless shelters and food pantries around the country, which they use for the sole purpose of choosing a victim. The

Too many hands. Too much weight. For the first time in years... Mark Romano was forced to one knee. Rain streamed down his face. Blood stained his shirt. Still... He lifted his head. Defiant. Unbroken. The attackers stepped back. A path opened through the crowd. Alessandro Moretti walked forward slowly, applauding. "Magnificent." He stopped in front of Mark. "I've heard stories." He smiled. "They weren't exaggerated." Mark met his eyes without fear. "If you're going to kill me..."