Forgive My Unholy Novels & Stories

My small suitcase sits by the door, looking pathetic. At nine on the dot, a black car pulls up in front of the house. The driver gets out and jogs to the front door, greeting me with a tip of his cap as he picks up my suitcase, eyes scanning the hall behind me for the rest of my luggage. “That’s it,” I inform him. Dad pulls me into a hug, his shoulders shaking. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he says again, and this time I let him. “Stop fretting,” I whisper against his shoulder. “I forgive you and I love you.”

Why would I forgive a cheater? Anna didn’t cheat because I didn’t give her what she needed. She did it despite me giving her everything. That was the height of ungratefulness. Pushing aside my fury for the sake of my daughter, I raised my hand and knocked. There was no answer so I knocked again. The door finally opened and a pretty woman stepped out. She had long hair, dyed red. Her eyes roamed over me as she pretended to fix the loose top that fell off her shoulder. She smiled, seemingly satisfied with what she was saying.

Despite trying to look presentable, the dark circles under his eyes showed his exhaustion. He approached me with flowers and dropped to one knee, his eyes showing a sincerity I'd never seen before. "Rachel, I've been thinking a lot. I was terrible before. I didn't see Sophie for who she really was. The company's fired her, and I'll never contact her again. "From now on, it'll just be you. We can have a beautiful baby, and I'll love and protect you both forever... Rachel, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

Her desire for revenge had blinded her. She had let her anger and hurt consume her, leading her down a path of destruction. But now she saw the error of her ways. Forgiveness, not revenge, was the key to healing and moving forward. Her newfound understanding was not just an intellectual concept but a deeply felt conviction. She had come to understand that forgiveness was not just about letting go of the past but about embracing the present with compassion and kindness. A new inmate, a young woman named Maria, was thrown into the cell next to hers. Maria was hardened, bitter, and angry, having been sentenced to prison for a crime she swore she didn't commit. Sofia saw the pain and desperation

She shook her head slowly, her voice carrying the warmth of unshaken faith. “Can a mother forget her suckling child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? She may forget… yet I will not forget thee, saith the Lord.” His gaze flickered, as though something within him wished to hope, but dared not yet. “And if I have disobeyed,” he whispered, “to a depth where forgiveness no longer reaches?” She did not flinch. “All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men, whether against the Father or the Son. But the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven.”

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

"Wonderful. I was almost moved for a second. I didn't expect you to be this kind of man. I will never forgive you. Just wait." I hummed softly. "You pushed me toward someone else with your own hands. Remember that. Do not regret it. Because I will never forgive what you did either." After hanging up, I asked Nora to release a simple statement. It only said that Mira Lane and I were negotiating a divorce. No explanations.

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.

But now that money was all I cared about, something about it made her deeply uncomfortable. In the end, I got the car. But Sarah's face stayed sour. My mother looked at me with a mix of annoyance and contempt, like she was thinking, 'See? This is why you'll never be classy.' I didn't give any of them a second thought. I just turned to leave. And then Lucas hugged me from behind. "I forgive you, Jason," he said, playing the part of the loving little brother. Before I could even react, he collapsed onto the floor. His face twisted with fake terror as he looked up at me.

Okay not exactly but I mentioned liking someone forbidden and I’m certain I hinted at it being Adam. “Get out,” I said coldly, there was no forgiving this time, at least not yet. “Amy, please,” Cindy begged, tears filling her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never come back here again. Just don’t tell anyone. Please don’t hate me.” I felt a strange mix of anger and arousal twisting in my stomach. Seeing her like this, covered by his cum, made my pussy drench my panties. Fuck. “I said get out of my house,” I repeated. “I do not want to see you again.”