God Forgive Me I Have Sinned Novels & Stories

She would stand beside him again, not just as the woman he loved, but as the Queen of his world, their children laughing around them, and the baby growing inside her forming part of their future. He took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to calm the storm in his chest. Then, quietly, almost reverently, he whispered a prayer to himself: "God! I know I’m a—uh—a sinner. Forgive me. My face is probably thick with the audacity of what I’m about to do, but please, God, just this once? Grant me this one thing. Please, God. I swear, I’ll be better. I’ll be good. Amen."

“Go on, my child. The Lord is merciful.” The grip on my hands grows firmer. I breathe, watching Lady Tina squirming like an earthworm under salt rain. Dammit! Confess already, the Lord is ready to hear your bitching! “I-I had… It was—” Tina's head falls on her palm. Snot and tears. Then she chokes out. “Mother of mercy, save my soul! I had carnal knowledge of my married boss! Adultery is a sin. I accept I’m guilty of it and ask for his divine mercy!”

He paused briefly, before starting a prayer. “God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself... Through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” “Amen,” I whispered weakly. “Go in peace, child. And sin no more.” I stepped out of the dark box back into the quiet, empty church. My knees were shaking a bit from the gruelling session I had just finished.

Still clinging to his chest, he wrapped her in a towel and slowly laid down on the bed, lying next to her, and while he tucked her in like a child, he didn’t take his eyes off her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked him, feeling uneasy. “Forgive me, Emma,” his deep voice trembled for a moment. “Because of everything I said, did, because of the pain, I caused you, even though I had my faults, it does not justify my actions, and I want you to know that I am truly sorry. “

“Lord, my flesh has sinned and I am here for penance. I raised the whip, my eyes still squeezed shutㅡ Maybe. Maybe if I didn't look or hesitate, then I would be saved. “Forgive me, Lord. Cleanse me of temptation.” I brought the whip down without a second thought. The lash cracked across my shoulder, sharp and biting like needles being stabbed into my skin. My body jolted forward from the sheer sting and my breath shattered in a gasp that didn't sound holy in any way. It sounded broken, needy.

You said in your words that, " Though your sins are as red as crimson... I shall cleanse it and you shall be as white as snow. " I'm sorry... For everything. Please forgive me. Please remove this guilt from me... Forgive me. I am deeply sorry... Have mercy on me. Blot out my sins. Cleanse me and I shall be as white as snow. I promise not to go back to my sinful ways again.. I promise to be atone for my sins and become a better person. Blood of Jesus... Wash me clean and I shall be free. Thank you, Lord, for answering prayers. Amen.

Wouldn't that be too evil and unfair for the man? "Sophia," Tristan called when the woman remained silent, not responding to a word he said earlier. "I know, I've made too many mistakes during this time. I also realize that there are too many sins that I have inscribed in your heart. Is there a way for you to forgive me? Whatever it is, I will try to do it for you."

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?”

I reached for it, the cool beads sliding between my fingers as I whispered the only thing I could manage… “Father, forgive me.” The words came out rough, strangled, like I was forcing them through the ache in my throat. “I’ve allowed temptation to live in my thoughts,” I breathed. “I let the devil take hold of my weakness. I let him turn something innocent into sin.” My voice cracked. I squeezed my eyes shut, shame burning through me. “She’s not evil,” I whispered, shaking my head. “But the way I looked at her… the way I touched her… that wasn’t of God. That was me. That was flesh. That was weakness.”

I whispered into the darkness of the room, the words a silent vow I would renew every single morning for the rest of my life. ​I wasn't a good man. I was under no illusions about my soul. The things I had done in London, the blood I had spilled on that white quartz floor, the lives I had systematically ruined to build this sanctuary—they were sins that would follow me to the grave and beyond. I was a man of shadows, a creature of the very world I had just destroyed. But as I held the woman who had learned to bite back, the woman who had looked into the abyss and told it to blink, I knew with a chilling certainty that I would do it all again.