Book Unforgivable Novels & Stories

"So do not ask me to proffer mercy to those who do not deserve it, malyshka. He touched what belongs to me...he wanted to hurt you. And that is a sin I can Never forgive." His words were final, his conviction strong. Nothing would change his mind. The college kid had committed an unforgivable sin- and his death was the only absolution he could offer my husband. ***

As I go to hit my fist into the wall once more, I hear Finn's words from our last conversation. “But you can’t…” What did he mean by that? Does he know what will happen if I set her free? Maybe I should give him a call. There is also one more book I can look it up in but there is a chance that Samuel might not have it in his library. I pick up the phone and dial 3 once more. Samuel answers. “Samuel, I was wondering if you had one more book in your library?” “Which book?” “It is a very rare book and I know that there are not very many copies left of it as most of them were destroyed by some that thought the contents gave away too many secrets. It is called ‘The book of Forbidden Supernatural

"I was going to be a bride, you know. A beautiful one. The kind that makes people cry at the altar. And now, now I'm just a lonely, betrayed woman in a bar, talking to a living iceberg.” She sat up abruptly, waving a finger in the air. "And you know what the worst part is?" I was planning to forgive him if he had a good enough excuse. Like, 'oh, Sarah, I tripped and fell into her lips, it was an accident.' But nooo. He said I wasn't good enough for him." "What does that even mean?" She asked Elliot took a slow sip of his drink, still not acknowledging her. Sarah narrowed her eyes. "Do you ever talk? Or are you one of those mysterious types who only says deep, dramatic things like, 'The world

Still played traitor every time I thought of that damn fireplace. That night, I found a package on my doorstep. No name. No label. Inside? A signed copy of his latest book. The dedication page read: “To the woman who gave me writer’s block until I fucked her against it. You’re in every filthy line, sweetheart. And you’re not getting out of my head.” – J.H.” My knees buckled. And my hand went between my thighs. Because no matter how much I hated him, no matter how furious I was—

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

He quickly turned to me and stepped forward to grab my shoulders, “you don’t have to choose. It’s nothing for me to help you. And my offer still stands. If you can’t offer me any other compensation…. I will be happy with anything. Please just give me a chance.” I bit my lip. His eyes were pleading, desperate, and sincere. After a few moments of thought, I slowly nodded, “I will go out with you. You don’t have to buy my tuition.” “Really?” He looked relieved and pulled me into a tight hug. “I want to do it for you. Pay me back… however you want.” ~ Present Day It was that deal that Jacob had quoted when I caught him at the bar. My forgiveness repaid my debt. My suffering was compensation.

"Denera, please, I know I've hurt you, but I was foolish back then. I need you to forgive me. Can't you forgive all of us? We've changed, the pack has changed. We're not the same as we were before." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Forgive you? Forgive all of you? After everything you all did? After all the pain and suffering you've caused me? Bruno you banished me," I shook my head, my eyes narrowing. "No, Bruno. I can't forgive you, not now, not ever. The things done are unforgivable." "But Denera—"

What other truths have my preconceived notions hidden from me? I realize that forgiveness isn't merely a gesture of appreciation; it's not about giving a gift to the person being forgiven. Rather, it's a gift to myself—a chance to release the burdens I no longer want to carry. With this understanding, I find the strength to forgive Alejandro for the years of abuse and for using me, Diana, and the baby for his own gain. I forgive Fina for crashing my celebrations in a misguided attempt to humiliate me and belittle Dean. I even manage to forgive Liza and Hugo for putting me in this situation.

It felt like my world came crashing down when I heard Trevor say he wanted to forgive Roxanne. Cyril was our only child born after ten years of marriage. He was our miracle. His body lay cold and stiff upstairs in the surgery room, yet Trevor was determined to forgive the ones who had killed him. "Trevor Walker! Are you insane?" I yelled, completely losing it. I charged toward him and slammed my fists into his chest. "That was your son! How could you say that? How could you…"

With his body weak these days, the slap knocked him to the floor. I stood back, witnessing Joe’s violent outburst. The scene only deepened my disgust for him. This man, with his quick temper and abusive streak, had tried to trap my mother in the past, stealing her freedom. My father—sweet but naïve—would never know how Joe schemed to steal the hefty dowry my grandparents had left for my mom. That stolen fortune was what Joe had used to build his overseas empire, returning home draped in fake success. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my hands clenched the shopping bag held behind my back.