Dios Perdona Nuestros Pecados Novels & Stories

Right] "Per favore," She begged, tears streaming down her face. She reached out to him, her hand shaking. "I was only trying to protect our family," "Protect our family?" Sergio repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. "You put their lives at risk with your foolishness." "Please, I beg you... I am sorry. I made a mistake. Ti prego, perdonami." [Please, forgive me] Sergio's hand clenched into a fist, the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching. "There is no forgiveness for what you have done,"

Zenaida Lavigne held Dionysus' hands and squeezed it. "You two have gone through so much, darling." Mrs. Zenaida Lavigne caressed Dionysus' face like the most ruthless and most remorseless mafia boss was her own son instead. "So, something like this is just a piece of cake. Have faith in God above, hmm? Everything happens for a reason. Pray, darling. It always works. Even if you are not used to doing it. Pray and ask for God's healing. Find the salvation you want to have deep inside your heart while crying and pouring everything to Him."

He tried to break free of the ropes, but he just couldn’t, but Sage knew that she had to hurry. “Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei: contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine...queen inferi tremut. Ab insidious diabolic, libera no’s, Domine, Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te roga mus, audi nos.”

Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure. "May peace and light wash over this land, in your name, amen." Amelia finished smiling as she turned and hurried along her way. "Our Goddess Mediocris, we praise thee." Sister Rosario’s voice echoed around the chapel. "Bring forth your light and let it wash down on all of us sinners. Let it bless those in its path, let it heal our illnesses, let it bring peace across the land of Pacificus." "In your name we pray, amen." The congregation echoed before rising.

Please believe me! I scoffed at him and said, "Make it up to me, you say? How are you going to make it up to me? I don't need you to do anything of the sort, Miles. There's no possible way you could ever repay me in this lifetime. Get lost!" Faith looked up at me in terror and pleaded, "Please forgive him, Ms. Moore. He's gone mad. He'll kill me if you don't forgive me." I pinched her chin and said in disdain, "Then, die."

He placed his palms flat on the smooth, cool wood of the tabula and with a high, nasal voice intoned: "Aperi, Domine, os meum ad benedicendum nomen sanctum tuum." The monks prayed and chanted in their two ranks, calling and responding, their voices melding and sonorously filling the Sanctuary. How many thousands of times had Josephus given voice to these prayers? Yet today he felt a particular need to call out to Christ for his mercy and forgiveness, and tears formed when he called out the last line of Psalmus 148.

I cleaned myself up first, then I start to pray. "Dear Heavenly Father, Please have mercy on my soul. I didn't mean to use foul language and cause a commotion inside your house. But I was so upset with the commissioner that I couldn't contain myself. I hope you can understand the struggles and pain I am going through. If Chris is with you right now, please protect him and keep him comfortable. Also tell him I love and appreciate everything he did. We could have done more like get married and have children. But I will be with him again once my life is over.

Temper justice with compassion my guards have already sinned against you, by going against your rules and regulations and by making promises that was never fulfilled, and by trying to steal from you as well, You're right in judging all of us, you're right in condemning my guards, please my beautiful goddess, the goddess that knows how to protect the whole universe, have mercy, remember to err is to human and to forgive is divine. And also, hardened not your heart my goddess, please let it go my dear goddess.

Once we were all together, Dad signaled for me to lead the prayer. I took a deep breath and nodded, realizing that this was something I could do. As we gathered in the living room, I closed my eyes and began to speak, my voice trembling. "Lord our God, You are great and almighty. We come to You with humble hearts, pleading for Your mercy. Please keep Poppy safe from all harm and bring her back to us safely. We're lost without her. She's the light of my life, and I can't imagine a world without her. Give her strength, wherever she is. And give us the strength to keep hoping, to keep believing that she'll come back to us.”

And neither did you deserve such betrayal from me after everything you did for me over the years. I am sorry, Damon. Truly sorry. I do not expect forgiveness. I only hope God shows me mercy even though I doubt I deserve it. Goodbye, my friend.’ By the time Damon finished reading, his voice had already broken completely. He lowered the letter slowly, and shut his eyes tightly. Then finally… He cried painfully. I sat beside him immediately and placed my hand gently on his shoulder. “May God forgive his soul.” I whispered softly.