Forgive My Unholy Novels & Stories

On the country's most popular live television show, if a death row inmate received forgiveness from the victim's family, they would not be executed. The camera focused on a young man behind a set of steel bars. "Vance Hester. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Committed six murders in six months. Currently awaiting execution." The host turned toward the audience. "Our producers contacted the families of every victim in the hope that they might be willing to give him a second chance." But all six families refused to forgive him. They demanded that he pay for his crimes with his life. As the tension mounted, Greyson Reynolds, the eldest son of the Reynolds family and a special guest on the

Chapter 16 Angelo Forgiveness is a beautiful gift. I always used to think that I was not worthy of forgiveness; until my father said he forgave me for going out on that fateful night and told me he was thankful to God that I was alive. Being pardoned brings about a feeling of freedom , for the person giving the redemption and the person receiving. I had to learn to forgive myself first before I could accept that I had no control over what happened. I couldn't predict what was going to happen that night . Cleo knows one of my secrets. I have already told her that I love her and I mean it from the depth of my soul. Making love to her lights my body up in ways unimaginable.

He pointed at his cheek and I threw a book to him "See.. you haven't forgive me" He said and I took a really deep breath "Karma does exist I think" He said it out of nowhere , I turned my chair and decided to continue edit my song "You know Calla , I won't stop until you forgive me and be friends with me. I don't care if I need to do this for years even I will get crazy but I will still do it until I get your forgiveness. Call me crazy cause you made me crazy these days and I'm start getting impatient with this" I ignored him even I heard everything that he said

He asked as he repeatedly smacking my head with his book, I covered my precious head with my hands but that still hurts! “Well it’s not my fault. They are incompetent people who harass others, I am just doing my part in this society, man!” I tried defending my point but he ain’t stopping. Kev won’t give a damn and he just laughed. “Come on man, I did what I needed to do! I ain’t doing sh*t for a matter of selfishness, they did harass Aya!” Jon stopped when he heard that but Aya is too scared to talk. “Oh, I apologize. Who are these scums? I need them to taste the wrath of me, for I, Jon Ray Cliffordstone is never going to let this slide! I will crush them beneath my feet and—”

Gia placed a reassuring hand on Deep's, her touch conveying a sense of solidarity and understanding. Gia: You're right, Deep. Ejay's actions speak volumes about the darkness within him. Forgiveness isn't owed to someone who's caused so much devastation. Their agreement hung in the air, a shared understanding that certain wounds cut too deep for forgiveness to mend. In that hospital room, amidst the quiet resolve, Deep and Gia found solace in their mutual acknowledgment of the unforgivable nature of Ejay's deeds, a shared conviction that stood firm against the tide of pain and betrayal.

“Just the same with the characters in the dramas which you’ve always been watching so far, Hanny Darling... Isn’t it? Most of them tend to always forgive and even help the evil, vicious as well as hellish people who’ve hurt or done some harm to them before.” “Those are dramas, movies, stories, Brother Hades... This is the real life... It’s absolutely impossible that everything can return to previously normal when somebody has hurt us, has done something so badly, vastly and seriously injuring to us. Yes, we must forgive others who’ve hurt us; we mustn’t hate each other; we must be good and kind by not taking a revenge on others who’ve hurt us. But for me... Sorry... Really and really sorry..

For the sake of the church, for the sake of the pack and for Hati. Yet, tears naturally fell from my eyes as my shoulders started shaking. “A-Also, d-dear sun god, Hati…” I bit my lower lip as I wiped my own tears. “For-forgive me that I have sinned. I’ve become too impure to return to reach out to you…yet, I selfishly hoped for your guidance…” I stop before forcing a smile. A smile no longer showed the same happiness I had not too long ago. “W-Will you forgive your follower for being selfish once?”

If only they could see what I’d become — a hypocrite in holy robes, preaching purity with sin still burning on my lips. I smiled faintly, murmured blessings I didn’t believe, and moved past them. By the time I reached my room, the weight of the day had settled into my bones. I closed the door behind me, stripped off Ezreal's clothes, and sank to my knees before the small wooden cross above my bed. “Forgive me,” I whispered. But the words didn’t come after that. My throat constricted, my heart hammered, my hands trembled. What was I even asking forgiveness for? For touching him? For wanting him? For not regretting it? For wanting more than I could chew?

He quickly turned to me and stepped forward to grab my shoulders, “you don’t have to choose. It’s nothing for me to help you. And my offer still stands. If you can’t offer me any other compensation…. I will be happy with anything. Please just give me a chance.” I bit my lip. His eyes were pleading, desperate, and sincere. After a few moments of thought, I slowly nodded, “I will go out with you. You don’t have to buy my tuition.” “Really?” He looked relieved and pulled me into a tight hug. “I want to do it for you. Pay me back… however you want.” ~ Present Day It was that deal that Jacob had quoted when I caught him at the bar. My forgiveness repaid my debt. My suffering was compensation.

"And you need to forgive Marcus's great-grandfather. Not for choosing duty over love, but for not being strong enough to find another way." Morgana closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "I... I forgive you, Marcus Blackthorne. I forgive you for being young and afraid and unable to stand against your father. And I forgive myself for letting heartbreak turn into hatred." The moment the words were spoken, Luna raised her hands to the silver moon. Her light exploded outward, catching all the dark and grey energy and transforming it. The curse dissolved, but its power didn't disappear - instead, it reformed into something new.