God Forgive Me I Have Sinned Novels & Stories

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

28 ACE “I see you were too busy getting your dick rode, getting your dusty old trumpet fucking blown, to even bother taking care of the situation,” Leonardo seethed, shooting Rose a look of venom, as she continued to sob beside me. This wasn’t her fault… She couldn’t be blamed for the stupid mistake i’d fucking made on my own. “So what now?” I swallowed. I took my chain of Christ from around my neck and brought it up to my lips, marking the trinity, just wishing that God would forgive me for my fucking sins.

“Your penance is, helping a few random homeless people with alms. Do this while pondering on the mistake you made, and the one you are about to make, then, this grave sin of yours, shall be forgiven. Daughter, go and sin no more.” I nodded. “I really do need forgiveness. But I have to do this," I muttered, looking up at the image of Jesus on the wall. I briefly wondered if all I really had to do was to help homeless people, then the sin I was about to commit would be completely wiped off. Just like that?

Major sins that might never be forgiven. "Forgive me, O Lord," Andrew repeated, instantly releasing tears from his eyes. They flowed freely, wetting his cheeks. The longer it went on, the more intense the tears became until finally, Andrew surrendered. He allowed his sobbing to break free, releasing the ego that had drowned him in the mud of sin. He let go of the heavy burden that had been pressing on his chest.

Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure. "May peace and light wash over this land, in your name, amen." Amelia finished smiling as she turned and hurried along her way. "Our Goddess Mediocris, we praise thee." Sister Rosario’s voice echoed around the chapel. "Bring forth your light and let it wash down on all of us sinners. Let it bless those in its path, let it heal our illnesses, let it bring peace across the land of Pacificus." "In your name we pray, amen." The congregation echoed before rising.

Vladimir nods solemnly. "Let us begin with me quoting a passage from Acts 3:19, Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord." Father Alcott then says. "Make the sign of the Cross before you begin." Vladimir did just that and sought forgiveness." Bless me father for I sin abundantly every day. Even the business I deal in is sinful." "The lord God is full of mercy, so as long as you try your best not to commit these sins deliberately, you shall be forgiven." Father Alcott reassures.

the priest replied. The man, Conrad, sighed. His lips were heavy, laden with the imminent confession of a sin that he was ashamed of, a sin that he was guilty of. This sin tormented him, made him feel less of himself, filthy, dirty, and without salvation. But the word if God stood sure. That was his only saving grace. If he confessed his sins and forsook them, he would be forgiven. “I confess my sins every time I get the chance,” he began. “Still, every day, I go out and I am faced with these sins once again. I am tired.”

“Then you wouldn’t understand.” I then turned to my mother, who was watching my face closely for a reaction. “Mother, I did my best to earn your forgiveness even when it wasn’t my fault what happened to you. Me being born wasn’t my choice either. Yet, I played along for years. Not just years—for as long as I’ve lived. There were times when you betrayed me—when you gave my blood to a stranger without asking me. But did you hear me question you? Did you ever hear me say, ‘I don’t love you anymore’? But this incident—”

Please believe me! I scoffed at him and said, "Make it up to me, you say? How are you going to make it up to me? I don't need you to do anything of the sort, Miles. There's no possible way you could ever repay me in this lifetime. Get lost!" Faith looked up at me in terror and pleaded, "Please forgive him, Ms. Moore. He's gone mad. He'll kill me if you don't forgive me." I pinched her chin and said in disdain, "Then, die."

His face was legit stoned. I was reddening like an idiot, with each of his words, shame washed over me. An urge seeped inside me and I let it out, “Forgive me to say this but I came here with a hope in my heart which you broke with your cheapness, I thought you were a gentleman, not a creep who drugs people for his own benefits,”