Forgive My Unholy Novels & Stories

I must not give him more. I have to get out of here. I'm cursing myself as I feel the orgasm rising. Elio pours into me, and I cum in perfect symbiosis with him. He suddenly tenses up and pulls out with insults. I see the guilt in his eyes, but I say nothing. There is nothing more to say. Elio slaps the palm of his hands over his eyes and shakes his head. "Forgive me, Amore mio... I didn't mean to do this..."

Her body is trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. “Please, Charlotte. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Don’t let him contact my parents and—” “Hubby! Do whatever you want. I cannot forgive this inhumane person who has destroyed countless lives. I would feel guilty if I forgave him. He is an animal living in human society.” Her throat and head ache. The university never provided any positive memories except for Sandra. She couldn't be able to get fresh air thanks to them, who are crawling around to get forgiveness.

Hollow. “Forgive me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible against the distant hum of the city. “Please… forgive me.” The words hung in the air, unanswered. The next morning, an unassuming envelope arrived, tucked quietly among the usual stack of contracts and reports on Adrian Blackwood's desk. The thick cream paper, embossed with gold lettering, immediately caught his eye. It seemed out of place among the mundane paperwork, almost as if it were calling out to him. Adrian opened it with deliberate precision, the silver letter opener slicing through the seal. As he unfolded the card inside, his eyes quickly scanned the elegant script:

somewhere inside me I had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that is in pain, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says, "I forgive you, Mommy, I forgive you, I forgive you for not coming back sooner, I forgive you for not remembering sooner, I forgive you for not searching for me sooner, I forgive you for not loving me sooner, I forgive you everything, everything, everything, because you are my mother, because I am your daughter, because that is what it is, a mother, a daughter, something that cannot be erased, that cannot be forgotten, that cannot be betrayed, that cannot be lied to, that cannot be hidden, that cannot be

"And because you're better than this. Better than rage. Better than revenge." Trinity looks at me. Those three sets of eyes. Luna. Chaos. Hope. All asking the same question. What do I want? I walk to the Moon Goddess. Look down at her. At the goddess who created so much pain. So much suffering. Part of me wants her dead. Wants Trinity to destroy her. Wants justice. But another part remembers. She was manipulated too. Scared. Broken. Trying to survive in a world that demanded perfection. "I forgive you," I say. The words hurt. But they're true. "I don't forget. Don't excuse. But I forgive."

Margaux’s expression changed, and her smile vanished in an instant. “LILITH! THE JOURNAL!” Ingrid shouted. Lilith immediately pulled the journal from under her cloak. The last page opened on its own. The golden writing shone brightly. “Blood key, end this cycle. Forgive your ancestors, and set the entire lineage free.” Lilith closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I forgive you.” Margaux froze. “What?” “I forgive all your mistakes. But I won’t let this mistake keep getting passed down.”

“I never really thanked you for saving me. You are the reason I am here. If you had not come that day, I would still be buried on that mountain. You did not have to come save me when I called you, but you did. And I was ungrateful. Please, Mariah, you do not have to see me as a friend or stop hating me, but I do wish you shall forgive me.” Mariah smiled. “I forgive you.” Alarich was stunned. He glanced up at her in shock, he never expected forgiveness so soon. “You have?” “Yes.” Mariah nodded. “Although you did not introduce yourself to me formally, I can tell you are of a noble blood. For you to own up to your mistake and apologize, I’m proud of you. Besides, you did risk your life to save

He spoke with a quiet conviction, his voice a warm embrace that enveloped Hazel's battered heart. "But you can still forgive her, Hazel," he whispered, his eyes filled with a deep understanding. "You can still let go of the anger and the hurt. You can still love her, even in death." His words struck a chord deep within Hazel, resonating with a truth she had been unable to confront. Forgiveness wasn't about forgetting or condoning, but about releasing the toxic emotions that had held her captive for so long. It was about finding peace, about healing, about moving forward.

I moved back creating a distance between us. 'Who is she? What's her name" "My fiance, he replied looking so unbotherd. It amused me because this man literally took my virginity and promised me the world. "Your fiance Rogers? It was my first time of calling out his name so boldly "Yes Rita, but you're the one I wan…." "Stop it!! I screamed "just stop!!!. You are a terrible liar” "I'm sorry Rita, but I love her and I also love you"

She pulled the rats out of Diana's mouth. By now, Diana couldn't even scream anymore. She went from cursing wildly to begging. "I was wrong… Please, let me go… Ruby… I'm sorry…" "You're sorry?" Hayley asked, tightening her grip around Diana's throat. Diana nodded frantically. "Forgiving you is God's job," Hayley said coldly. "I'm only here to send you to Him." Hayley had never learned how to forgive. If someone crossed her, she would return it a hundredfold.