Forgiving What You Can't Forget Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

I asked. “Of course.” “I don’t really want to say yes right away just for my own convenient of healing. I mean, I don’t want to be all selfish in here. I don’t want to use you just to make me forget about Charles.” “It’s not about using me to forget Charles, it’s learning the process of how to forgive him and opening yourself to someone. You should never forget the person who broke you, instead you need to be reminded of that person to remind yourself that you’re stronger now than what you used to be.”

"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."

he replied in a mournful tone to me. —This concludes the flashback— "When I think about the two of you, that memory is the most revolting thing I have ever experienced in my entire life. Maxine, are you aware that I just can't seem to get this thought out of my head? It is not simple to forget, and it is even more difficult to forgive someone who has wronged you. If I had beaten you when you were down, Maxine, you would be falling with him right now, so you should be thankful that I didn't do that to you." I rebuked Maxine in a furious tone of voice.

"You forgot my face. You forgot my name. You forgot that night. You forgot everything that happened, everything we were, everything we could have been. You forgot. You chose to forget. Because it was easier. Because it was safer. Because it was all you knew how to do. Forget. Run. Start over somewhere else. Start over with nothing. Start over with no one. Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if I had never existed." I want to tell him he's wrong. I want to tell him I didn't forget. That I never forgot. That I thought of him every day, every night, every time I looked at my children, every time I saw their blond hair, their light eyes, the way they laug

“I kinda guessed it when flipping the book hurt like hell. Well, it’s not like it's anyone’s fault; sometimes these things happen and…now we can fully be with our mates, Right?” She shrugged before bending towards something on the shelf. ‘Sometimes these things happen.’ What? ‘Now we can fully be with our mates.’ What the hell was she saying? Again, the sense of pointlessness struck him because the realisation that forgiveness couldn’t be granted by ‘this’ Ruby dawned. Forgive and forget was a beautiful concept, yet forgiveness cannot exist if all is forgotten. “These!” She uttered as she pulled a pair of black gloves from the back of the shelf with a triumphant smile that saddened all too q

He added then turned his gaze towards me. "Why should I?" I asked trying to hide my emotions. "Forgiveness is not always easy, but it's necessary for healing," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. I had been struggling with the weight of my past for so long, and his words struck a chord deep within me. I had tried everything to forget, to move on, but nothing seemed to work. The memories of my past haunted me, taunting me with their bitterness. But as I listened to him speak, something shifted inside of me.

“I died, Loretta. I watched my life, my love, my very existence, stolen from me. I will not make that mistake again. This time, I will be the one pulling the strings. And Ivy… she will learn that the true cost of betrayal is not just death, but utter, absolute ruin.” She ended the call, the phone feeling light in her hand now. The fear that had gripped her at the hospital had transformed into something else entirely: a cold, focused power. She had stared death in the face, twice, and emerged stronger. She understood the shifting currents of fate now. And she would use that understanding to carve out her own destiny, and to deliver a retribution so precise, so devastating, that it would echo

“I’m begging you, please. Just… let me go. I will forgive you… forget this ever happened, go back to my family and never cross paths with you-“ His fingers dug into my clit as I bit back a scream. His grip tightened, and I could see the sick pleasure flicker in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you can bargain with me, ptichka? You think forgiveness is something I crave? Fuck forgiveness. Fuck your hollow promises. You think I want to be forgotten?” Pale blue eyes glimmered psychotically. “No. No, you don’t get to forget me. You don’t get to erase me like some bad fucking dream you wake up from. I will etch myself into you, deep. Burn you from the inside out

"Liz!" "Don't Liz me! You know I am right." Clarissa groaned inwardly as she looked over at the ornaments on the window sill. Liz knew her too well. "Getting on track with this book will help me put the past behind me and move on. I can handle a stupid ghost. What can he really do to me, anyway, apart from be annoying?" "I don't like it. But all right. I know you won't let this go." Liz sighed again, and Clarissa grinned triumphantly.