Dios Perdona Nuestros Pecados Novels & Stories

The words are sobbed out. "Mi dispiace, Gio. Perdonami." Deimos speaks out, eyes engulfed by heartbreak. His heart breaks for this juvenile. (I am sorry, Gio. Forgive me) "I h-had to raise G-Gia all on my own. And every time I felt like I was drowning, you... you came to my mind. But you weren't there to save me." Giovanni says palm clamped over his mouth to control his loud sobs. "Mi dispiace." Are the only words that leave Deimos's lips.

Head held down, impelled into compliance. "Heavenly Father, thank you that you for being the source of all true joy in life. Your word says that everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, because it is blessed by the word of God and prayer. Please help us to receive all the good gifts you give us with thanksgiving and gratitude in our hearts. You have loved us and have freed us from our sins by Jesus' blood. To you be glory and dominion forever and ever. Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, Amen."

I couldn't speak, I just cried and cried until someone came and comforted me. " That's okay miss, even if you can't tell Him he will understand your feelings. You will overcome whatever trial you are facing now.” I cried even more, I let myself cry. I know I rejected you, but I'm coming back again. And this time, I am again asking for a miracle from You. I know I made some mistakes, I lost my trust in You. I hope you listen to my request, forgive me for my sins against you. Don't take Hace first, don't take the one I love the most, the father of our future child. I know Hace has committed many sins, but I hope you give him a chance to correct it and see us. I only asked once, I hope now you

Elijah said with practiced manners that made Eva smile with pride. "Alright," Stanley said, clapping his hands once. "Dorian will say grace before we begin." "Please bow your heads," Dorian said as he straightened in his seat and clasped his hands. Everyone lowered their heads in unison. "Heavenly Father," Dorian began. "Thank you for your love, thank you for your forgiveness, and most importantly, thank you for family. Continue to guide us in the right path and help us to be better than we were yesterday. Amen."

“When you’re inside me… it’s like prayer.” The words twisted something deep in his chest. Guilt and lust mixed together. He lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sophia cried out, gripping the edge of the table. “Yes, Father! Fuck me!” Elias didn’t hold back. He pounded her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the wet sound of her cunt taking every thick inch filling the small room. He reached around and rubbed her clit fast while he fucked her. “Deus, propitius esto mihi peccatori,” he growled in Latin, reciting the old prayer while he railed her. “God, be merciful to me, a sinner.”

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

Belmont's face. "Please, forgive me, Sinora for the sin I committed against you. " His words came out as a cry. The pounding of her heart became evident to her, a crease formed in her forehead. "What are you talking about, Mr. Lucien? You've never done anything to me before." She asked. His eyes regarded her with sorrow, because she couldn't understand the magnitude of what he was talking about even if she tried. "Forgive my family for all the sins we've committed against you. No human being deserves to be treated the way you have been." Tears lingered in her eyes.

He could imagine the man gripping his chaplet tight and kissing it, making the sign of the cross. "Have you been intimate with this woman, my child?" The priest asked. "Yes, father. Only but a few kisses, father." He replied. "The lord is merciful and he forgives us all our sins. Weary not, child, for it is in the nature of the flesh to be sinful but as long as you turn back to the Lord, he shall forgive you and wash away your sins. In the name of the father, and of the son and holy spirit. Amen." The priest prayed.

The one that gives life and created a home on earth for His creatures. The pastor is preaching something about forgiveness and how our lord Jesus Christ can forgive any sin so long as we come before him and repent... The service comes to an end. We are the first to step out. Ramon is still holding my hand as we walk to the parking lot. "Interesting, isn't it?" He says as we stroll. "How merciful God is... You sin... You repent... It's forgiven... And the cycle goes on... The human doesn't stop sinning... And God doesn't get tired of forgiving..."

“Why shouldn't I hurt you again, La Rosa?” If truly Papà did that to his people then I don’t have an answer to that. So I just whimper and start saying the lord's prayer. “Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome. Venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà….” “Amen,” the man interrupts me, his tongue rich with smooth Italian. “ma il tuo Dio ti ha abbandonato (but your God has abandoned you). You’re at my fucking mercy.”