Begging For Forgiveness On Livestream Novels & Stories

"I...I can't anymore…" She closed her eyes and remembered that guy from 2 months ago. "I can't endure this anymore…" Tears streamed down her eyes. "I'm sorry but I'm breaking the promise...I'm sorry…" She sobbed and begged for forgiveness from the person she didn’t even know. Cause ironically he was the only one who cared for her.

Celeste clenched her fist tightly, her nails painted with red nail polish pierced into her palm. Blood flowed from the cleft of her fist but she did not pay any attention to it. After only two or three seconds, Celeste took a deep breath and said humbly, “Okay, Lord Simmons, I, Celeste Red, formally apologize to you now. I shouldn't have insulted you. It’s all my fault and I deserve to die. You planting a mind seed in me was such a blessing and I shouldn’t have blamed you for it. I hope you can be the bigger person and forgive me. I will never dare to do the same thing again in the future, please let us live.”

I believe he has such a terrible opinion of me. Suddenly, the childlike smile on his face vanished and was replaced with a serious one. "We will terminate the livestream here initially, but as is customary, we will return later. Take care of the things that need to be done first. Pee first, then bathe, eat, or drink water, since the events that will follow will be intense, and I know you don't want to missed that thing. Goodbye! Take a moment to yourself first," he informed the live viewers before terminating the live feed and presented an advertisements. Adrastos approached me, and I grimaced. Why did he abruptly end his life? Will my suicide attempt be aborted here? Is everything that occu

Even after I've swallowed every lie, every excuse, every "you're imagining things, Estella, you're going crazy." I step back from the camera, ending the livestream mid-sentence. The screen goes dark, leaving my reflection staring back, bare and vulnerable in a way that makeup couldn't. I sink to the floor, my back against the cold edge of our bed, knees hugged to my chest, staring blankly into the darkness. Everything I'd hoped for tonight now feels like a cruel joke played by a sadistic god. The diamonds at my throat—his "forgive me" gift from the last time he put me in the hospital with "accidental" bruised ribs—feel like they're strangling me.

"I guess we have tea coming up! Do you know how my life has been without you? I lost so much weight!" "5:00 pm… I'll just get off work two hours in advance. It's reasonable, right?" "I'm sitting while waiting for Madam's live stream! I'd even kept the pocket money I meant to give my parents so that I could send gifts to you. Seeing how sincere I am, can you do a livestream every day? A woman who refuses to make big bucks is a bad woman!" There were other comments as well. There were all kinds of comments, and all were celebrating the return of a streamer who had been "missing".

For all those times I tried to take advantage of your kindness, today I plead and ask that you forgive me and let everything slide. And to you Kendra, I do not have the right to be seated right in front of you because of all the horrible things I made you go through. I can't even forgive myself for it but I hope you find a place in your heart to forgive me. And I also hope that you find all the happiness you deserve with Kelvin. To my mom and Aunt Karen, I also seek your forgiveness.” By the time Justin had finished with his apologetic speech, almost everyone was in tears, apart from Damian.

As the morning sunlight bathed the room in a soft glow, Zach found solace in the simplest of gestures. He reached out and gently clasped Kristen's hand, his touch a silent plea for forgiveness. His voice, barely above a whisper, escaped his lips, carrying his heartfelt confession into the stillness of the room. "I'm sorry, Kristen. I'm so sorry." In that quiet moment, the weight of his words hung in the air, a cathartic release of the pain that had burdened him for far too long. Zach could only hope that somehow, somewhere within the depths of her unconsciousness, Kristen would hear his plea and find it in her heart to forgive him.

“I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I had no intention of framing your woman. Her mum only offered me some money to be nice to her after settling our dispute. I didn't know she had other plans.” Alex was so infuriated. He knew the young man was telling the truth but he needed someone to channel his anger on. He was still going to come to Elizabeth and Selene later. “Please forgive me sir.” “What if I film you and post for the whole world to see?” “Please, I beg you sir please.” “But you did it to someone else.” The young man didn't stop begging. Even when his plea seemed hopeless, he kept begging so that Alex would forgive him.

Still clinging to his chest, he wrapped her in a towel and slowly laid down on the bed, lying next to her, and while he tucked her in like a child, he didn’t take his eyes off her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked him, feeling uneasy. “Forgive me, Emma,” his deep voice trembled for a moment. “Because of everything I said, did, because of the pain, I caused you, even though I had my faults, it does not justify my actions, and I want you to know that I am truly sorry. “

Then, I handed my phone to Doctor Lowe and knelt down in front of the camera. "Everyone watching this livestream, I'm begging you—please help me find Doctor Ben Dover. My mother-in-law has always been so kind to me. I can't just stand here and watch her die. Ben, if you're watching, please. If you come and save her, I'll do anything you ask." I pressed my forehead to the ground, my sobs shaking me as I pleaded. Around me, I could feel the weight of people's eyes, some even brimming with tears.