Forgiving What You Can't Forget Audiobook Novels & Stories

But how do you hate a man whose voice still echoes in your head when you’re trying to forget about his existence? I took another shaky sip. “I’m sorry, Paolo,” I whispered to no one, to everyone. My throat burned. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” The bar felt colder suddenly. Or maybe it was just me. Outside, the light had turned golden, or maybe it was all in my head. Cars passed slowly down the street, music bleeding faintly from one of them... something romantic and wrong. I turned my phone face down, as if that would silence it forever.

“My fairy kin, first of all, I would like to express how much I am grateful for your presence, despite of…” King Hakan pauses trying to choose the best words he can think of at the moment to express his sentiments for his combined admission and apology for Prince Hagan’s lack of better judgment regarding the escape of the Dark fairy. “I am so much thankful for all your attendance to honor my son Prince Hagan despite his shortcomings. Being here with me and my people signifies your understanding and forgiveness. For that I am relieved. I hope that this signifies that your faith in the Fire fairies remains intact.” The Fire Lord carefully opens the lid of the blue urn, as one of his fire fairi

I looked at him, my heart clenching as I remembered that day fifteen years ago he had told the whole world I was responsible for everything. “What the fuck did you say, Father? My forgiveness? After you threw me to the wolves?” I scoffed and then I laughed, a sharp sound and shook my head. “You will never earn my forgiveness, Baron. For fifteen years, the one thing that kept me going in that cell was coming out and making your life a living hell. And everyday, I see reasons why I should. You don't deserve my forgiveness. None of you do. Luckily, I want to break you before I kill you and I will. Trust me.”

She would look up at him with those innocent eyes and whisper, in a small, fragile voice, "You're so kind, Kane." I smiled at that. So, as it turned out, the so-called "fated mate" was nothing special after all. The swell of memory broke, and I was back in the room. I looked at Kane, who'd apparently forgotten his own sins. I choked back the hate and managed a sad, unyielding smile. I eased my hand out of his, caught his other hand—the one clutching the moonstone—and pressed it gently to my cheek. I met his eyes, wearing a devotion that could pass for the real thing. "Do you remember now?"

'We must check our Luna, she is not safe here even if the Alpha believe she is' Knox states, he was always the straight thinker The sight of a sleeping Rory helps ease my mind and calm my nerves, even Kane's roaring snores from on the sofa brings me some comfort. This seems like the perfect time to sit out on the balcony and flick through the book Elder Micha gave me. It was a hand written book filled with scraps and notes, most of it was in such poor handwriting that I struggled deciphering many of the words but from what I could make out, this book or more journal, had belonged to our late Luna's ancestors.

"The girl painting by the sea is no longer your Selene." "She is a new person, with a new life, and a new love." Fenrir stared at the empty coffin, the madness in his eyes gradually fading. "I... I can never get her back, can I?" "No," the Great Elder sighed. "The pain in your soul is your eternal punishment for having killed that love with your own hands." "Fenrir, let her go." Tears mixed with blood slid from the corners of Fenrir's eyes, dripping onto the cold stone floor.

"I'm sorry, Auntie. I'm sorry, Reverend. I'm lying to all of you all this time. I'm nothing but a coward and ungrateful person. When I learned that Jane and Ruth died because of me, I was scared. I was a coward who refused to face the sin that I committed. I knew you'd be mad at me and I don't really have an idea what will happen to me if that happens. I could not bear to have people hating me and wanting to see me dead. So I decided to fake amnesia." "I never lost my memories. I clearly remember who I am. I didn't mean to pretend for so long. But as time passed by, I'm getting more and more scared of what would you think of me once I tell you the truth. I'm kind of getting used to how you t

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

For some reasons, he decided to read the book all through to the end and when he got to the end, he saw a quote at the end of the book, one that wasn’t there in the real world. “You must learn to forgive yourself. That is the key to getting out and breaking free” it said. He didn’t understand? Forgive himself for what? Was this about him not helping Layla become a wolf? He couldn’t say but if Layla had gone to meet Claire and the both of them were behind this, they were going to have a piece of his mind when he got out from here but for now, he wasn’t willing to bend. He wasn’t going to forgive her for any reason. He decided to look for other clues, anything that looked out of the ordinary.

"Then let's build it from scratch." "How?" "By starting over." "Starting over how?" "By pretending we just met." "That's stupid." "Is it?" "Yes. Because we have history. We have pain. We have baggage." "Then let's deal with the baggage." "How?" "By talking about it." "I don't want to talk about it anymore." "Then what do you want to do?" "I want to forget about it." "You can't forget about it." "Why not?" "Because forgetting about it means forgetting about us."