Forgive And Forget Book Novels & Stories

“That’s because we built it together. From the ground up.” They sat in silence, watching the rain, and Ava thought about forgiveness. Not the dramatic kind, not the scene from a movie. The quiet kind. The kind that happened in small moments—a text message, a video call, a comment about eyebrows. The kind that didn’t erase the past but made the present possible. She thought about the quote she had written in her novel, the one that had become her mantra. To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.

His energy makes me feel very cold. Clarissa whirled around in her chair. "He's here?" But she could see nothing. "You mustn't fear him anymore. I am being told this. The second man is here now. He will keep you safe. He has been searching for you for a very long time. Trust him. He is present in your life purely for you. He asks if you like the forget me nots he gave you?" Clarissa's thoughts drifted back to the small vase of forget me nots back on her kitchen table. She smiled fondly and, to her surprise, felt the unexpected onset of a blush.

“It’s not hate, Gramps. It’s pity, pure and simple. I pity her and I pity the life she forced me to lead until she died – until you took me in.” “For all your schoolin’, for everything I taught you, you never learned to forgive and forget?” he said in a softer voice, his tone coaxing my eyes back to his. “Forgiving and forgetting are two very different things, Gramps. You can forgive, you can forget, but rarely are they done together. I can’t forget my childhood and I can’t erase the scars. I can’t change the things it’s taught me or burn those images or memories from my mind. They mean I’ll never forget, and because I can’t forget, I can’t forgive. It’s that simple.”

Quoting Sam, I treated Olivia too well, even better than how I treated my own parents. Even though she had betrayed me, I could not just set my feelings aside immediately. Undeniably, I thought that we could still be friends after I got over it, if she truly loved me and was truly regretful about what she did. However, she chose to lie once again. I no longer had a soft spot for her. “Olivia, do you remember what I once said to you? No matter what happens, as long as you tell me the truth, I’ll forgive you. If I find the truth out myself, then I’ll no longer forgive you.

"You forgot my face. You forgot my name. You forgot that night. You forgot everything that happened, everything we were, everything we could have been. You forgot. You chose to forget. Because it was easier. Because it was safer. Because it was all you knew how to do. Forget. Run. Start over somewhere else. Start over with nothing. Start over with no one. Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if I had never existed." I want to tell him he's wrong. I want to tell him I didn't forget. That I never forgot. That I thought of him every day, every night, every time I looked at my children, every time I saw their blond hair, their light eyes, the way they laug

I asked. “Of course.” “I don’t really want to say yes right away just for my own convenient of healing. I mean, I don’t want to be all selfish in here. I don’t want to use you just to make me forget about Charles.” “It’s not about using me to forget Charles, it’s learning the process of how to forgive him and opening yourself to someone. You should never forget the person who broke you, instead you need to be reminded of that person to remind yourself that you’re stronger now than what you used to be.”

When did it happen? "W-why?" her voice was shaken a little. She felt embarrassed for stuttering. Lucas smiled first, making her heartbeat more erratically. "Because I've forgiven you," he said. Her eyes grew wide. Did he really? After more than a year of praying for his forgiveness, did God really answered her prayer? "A-are you sure?" her eyes immediately welled with tears. She'd really become a cry baby since last year. "I realized that it was not your fault that Jane and Ruth died. I shouldn't have blamed you for something that you did not have control over. Would you forgive me for being a jerk?" his eyes were hopeful as he kept an apologetic tone.

He growls as he leaps over the desk sending me flying into the bookcase by the door. As my body hit the bookcase I felt the wood crack beneath me at the impact, yet minimal pain followed, only anger. Anger that our Alpha would lash out at me, I was one of few that had been by his side throughout this messed up situation, that somewhat trusted him despite his secrets and lies. Yet here he was abusing those most loyal.

"You fret in your own grease, and I won't forgive you. Never." He looked at me in despair, trembling as he pulled out the diamond ring he had thrown under the bed. "I regret it so much," he stammered. "I'm sorry. Please, give me another chance." Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, snowflakes began to fall again, just like the day we first met. I looked away and slowly stood up. "Let go. While I still remember the good parts about you, let go." His hand drooped, and his shoulders slumped.

were like blades piercing his eyes. Alexander stood up shakily and coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the divorce papers and the forgiveness coupon box nearby. He then picked up the box. The once-empty box now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in his hands. He stared at the empty box, his eyes blazing with anguish. When exactly had it become empty? Alexander, who was usually sensitive to numbers, suddenly found his memory of the forgiveness coupons blurring. He remembered Isabella's warning to him. "If the forgiveness coupons are ever used up, I'll take our daughter and leave you forever."