Forgive My Unholy Novels & Stories

Wyatt heard a man’s voice say. “NO! It’s your fault thinking that covering money that was never going to be directly touched by her in your energy would actually work, It’s not my fault you and your siblings are so damn stupid. It’s really amazing that Abaddon lets you even attempt to collect souls.” That time it was Daniel.

His message was about forgiveness—a topic that struck a deep chord with Adrian. The priest spoke about the necessity of forgiving others "from your heart," referencing Matthew 18:35, the conclusion of the Parable of the Unforgiving Servant. His words resonated with Adrian. Forgiveness was not just an outward act, the priest said. It had to be sincere, a true release of anger and bitterness. The priest emphasized that holding on to grudges and hurt only weighed a person down, adding unnecessary pressure and burden. By not forgiving, one only brought pain and hatred into their own heart.

v. Fear... An emotion, I never thought I'll feel again, but today I did. And I never wanted to feel like that again, that helplessness. The realization that I'm useless, I have no power against that urge inside of me. How can I even think like that, How can the blood of my own daughter make me... fuck, was years of restraining, years of praying did nothing?

Dad asked me and patted my shoulder before taking a seat beside me. I don't know what kind of relationship Arcane has with her Mom but my Dad is my BFF. "Dad, I kinda messed up. I said something really horrible to someone and now I am ashamed. I don't know how to ask for forgiveness." I shared my concern with him. Dad looked at me and then the TV screen where Jurassic park was being played. "Apologize sincerely and beg for forgiveness until they get over the pain which your words have brought to them." He advised.

the chorus asked, the voice trembling. "I forgive the girl who was lied to," I said, stepping out of Eryx’s arms. I walked toward the entity, my golden marks glowing with a soft, warm light that wasn't emerald or gold, but a pure, dawn-white. "I forgive the woman who thought her only value was in a man’s approval. And I release the burden of your shame." I touched the center of the shadow-mass.

I whispered it until my throat ached. “I’ve never—” My voice cracked. “I’ve never even touched myself like that before. And now—” Shame poured over me like ice water. I remembered his tattoos. His eyes. The way he froze when I kissed him earlier. I groaned into the pillow. “I’m the worst person alive.” I dragged myself off the bed and knelt on the floor. My knees hit the wood hard, but I did not care. I folded my hands. “Dear Lord,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I don’t even know what I just did. I know it was wrong. I know I’m not supposed to think like that. I know I shouldn’t be imagining him. Please forgive me.”

"Alexander, don't you think it's ridiculous? Your own biological daughter could only call you Uncle Alex! What, are you her stepfather or something? "Every time I think about this, I hate you all over again. Do you think just because you came here today to say sorry, we should be grateful and go back with you? I'm telling you, it's impossible. No matter what happens in the future, Kimmy and I no longer have anything to do with you. "The biggest mistake I ever made was not stopping Kimmy when she gave you those 100 forgiveness coupons. That gave you so many opportunities to hurt us without consequence!

Three years after my death, Logan Grant finally married the woman he'd always loved. To get revenge on her behalf, he had my father thrown in prison, drove my mother to jump to her death, and demanded that I get on my knees and beg for mercy. The problem was, Logan, I'd been dead for years. All that remained of me was a pile of dry bones. When my death certificate was finally placed before him, he lost his mind. He dug up my remains, cradled my bones in his arms, and sobbed as he begged me to forgive him.

“And how did you feel afterward?” “Guilty,” I whispered. “But not enough to stop me from coming back.” He nodded once, like he’d expected exactly that answer. “Kneel.” I dropped to the stone floor in front of the table. The cold bit into my knees. The open book waited. The new chapter was titled *Deeper Repentance*. “Read,” he ordered. “From the top. Loud and clear this time.” My voice shook as I began. “I renounce the weakness of my body. I offer every impure touch to God as suffering. I reject the pleasure that pulls me from grace…”

I pray I didn't. Seeing two lovers fight because of me is so terrifying because I was once so much in love. And I can't imagine someone doing that to me and Adrian. What if what I did would break their relationship? I hope not. I took my phone which was on the nightstand and looked for Pearl’s contact. She gave me right before inviting me to her home. ‘Which you went to sabotage,’ my conscience screamed at me. I know what I did was wrong. You don't have to make me feel worse than I already am.