Forgive Me I Have Sinned Novels & Stories

"Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil" She started murmuring constantly under her breath. "Forgive us our.......... Her breath hitched when she felt the cover being pulled off her face. Oh, no. Another whimper left her mouth. She squeezed her eyes tighter, feeling her heart ready to burst. Whereas she was sick with fear, Killian was enjoying her state to no end. The girl had resisted weakly when he had dragged the cover down. It was going to be fun. "our our trespasses, a

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.

Major sins that might never be forgiven. "Forgive me, O Lord," Andrew repeated, instantly releasing tears from his eyes. They flowed freely, wetting his cheeks. The longer it went on, the more intense the tears became until finally, Andrew surrendered. He allowed his sobbing to break free, releasing the ego that had drowned him in the mud of sin. He let go of the heavy burden that had been pressing on his chest.

I let the pleasure wash over me completely. God, forgive me. I know I am a sinner.

Sophie’s fingers twitched at her side before she stepped forward. “I—” Her voice caught. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m sorry.” She blinked fast, breathing hard. “I’m sorry, Deva… for what I did. For everything I said. For every lie. I was cruel. I was jealous. And I hurt you. I-I do not deserve your forgiveness, even so, I hope that one day you can look past my sins and pardon me.” Her voice cracked on that last part. She sniffed, not even bothering to wipe her cheek.

I watched him leave until he disappeared from my sight. There are really things that even if we regret, we can never recover because we have already done. All we have to do is make up for these things. But how can I recover if my hands are already dirty? I have killed, not just one but two. It is not enough to just repent, even if I die there is no forgiveness for what I did. Even I can't forgive myself because I did something I shouldn't have done because apart from being wrong, it's a sin against God. ***

I lay there on the desecrated altar, covered in wax, cum, and sin, whispering hoarsely: “Forgive me, Father… for I have sinned… and I will sin again.”

you publish my video, i say it because i realized my monumental mistake, i followed my desire and i was wrong, i would give everything for you to forgive me, i know it will be very difficult for you to forget or else to forgive me but please tell me just one word, I don't sleep enough Sophia anymore, I don't eat enough anymore, my life seems like an empty carcass, I'm even ready for you marry to make amends or so that no one knows that you are no longer a virgin, at least let me try to make up for it e wrong that I have caused you even though I know it is almost impossible but I will try anyway if you allow me, I am sincerely sorry, these words come from the bottom of my heart, you deserved

My eyes closed at their own accord, head pressing hard on the bed. I decided to insert a finger into my pussy, I’ve once seen how Lorenzo fit it in, and I could remember how sweet and fun it felt. My fingers folded, heading towards my pussy but before it could fit in, I felt something in me, the holy spirit bringing me back to my senses. You are committing more sin, the voice echoed. My heart breathes heavily, hand withdraws from underneath. I rushed into the bathroom to cleanse myself. When I came back, my knees found the floor, hands clapped together, oh lord, forgive me, for I have sinned against you, fix me, lord, I am sorry, father, I cried.

It was about Siena and we had to do the right thing for our daughter. “I forgive you,” I spoke, ashamed, as if I was going to regret those words. “I know you’ve changed a lot as a person, and I know you haven’t touched alcohol in ages and that you’re trying to do better, so I forgive you.” “You do?” Christian chuckled. “If you forgive me, that means we can go back to being—“