I Won T Forgive You So Stop Waiting Novels & Stories

“You want me to forgive ten years of pain, humiliation, and betrayal? That’s impossible.” “I’m not asking for forgiveness,” he said, his voice a whisper that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. “I’m telling you the truth. I’ve waited for you, Mara. Every day, every hour, every second… I’ve waited. And I won’t wait forever.”

"S-Sky, I know I was wrong. I was stupid to trust that bitch. Please… forgive me just this once!" I yanked my leg back and spat out, "Forgive you? You don't deserve my forgiveness!"

“I don’t know if a day will come when I’ll stop being mad at you… when I’ll stop resenting you for everything you’ve put me through. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you.” His jaw tightened, pain flickering across his features, but he didn’t argue, didn’t lash out like I expected. He just stood there, staring at me like he was memorizing every detail, as if afraid I’d vanish before him. “I’ll wait,” he whispered finally, almost to himself. “Even if it takes forever.”

Sebastian asked, "Can you please agree to this just for this once, Bianca? I mean, let's put everything else aside and simply watch the fireworks as a family of three in peace." Christian chimed in, "I've really been looking forward to seeing the fireworks with you, Mommy. You promised me last year!" Bianca, annoyed by their persistence, fixed them with a cold stare, utterly unyielding. She stated coldly, "You should just give it up. You never made room for me in your life back then, so I'll never forgive you for it." Upon spotting Lucy skulking in the corner, Bianca quickly turned, ascended the stairs, and instantly activated the alarm.

Eventually, I came clean to Milana, and Ingrid also helped explain the situation. She was a victim too. Noticing her pallid complexion as she knelt on the cold marble tiles, my chest tightened out of nowhere. Milana had finally forgiven me, and I had been happy. Yet, on the day I fired Ingrid, I felt reluctant to let her go. Realizing that something was off about me, I still rejected Ingrid when she begged me to let her stay.

I love you. I had spent years of my life desperately waiting to hear those exact words. I had waited for them on those dark nights when the electricity was cut off in our tiny rented apartment. I had waited for them when my back was peeling from hauling heavy freight at the warehouse, in so much pain I couldn't straighten my spine. I had waited for them when I stared down at that slice of mango cake at the celebratory dinner. And I had even waited for them the exact moment that HR disciplinary notice was blasted out to the entire company.

Dylan’s hands trembled as he unfolded the letter. *“If you’re reading this, it means I couldn’t make you remember while I was alive...”* He sank into the chair, the words bleeding into his chest like knives. *“The melody you heard on the cliff—it was mine. You were dying, and I sang to keep you awake. I begged the ancestors to keep you breathing, even as I bled beside you...”* His breath caught. *“I didn’t want your love. Only your truth. But you gave both to someone else and left me to rot in silence. I forgive you, Dylan. I just couldn’t carry this weight anymore...”*

My childhood friend, Isabelle Nelmes, tells me that she's going to pick me up for dinner on the day that I receive my university acceptance letter. "Congratulations on getting into Borealin University, Xavier," she says. "I'll be in Borealin too once the semester starts. We can be together again just like when we were kids." I believe her words and wait for her from 3:00 pm to 9:00 pm. The streetlight outside my rented apartment is broken. I sit on the steps by myself, holding the acceptance letter close to my chest. Isabelle doesn't show up. I tap on my social media account and notice that my brother, Connor Sayles, has posted a video. Isabelle is accompanying him as he tries on new cl

Before my surgery, my best friend asked me, "You and Vivian are practically married. Why do you suddenly want to break up?" I handed him my phone. "Because of one message." The chat stopped at noon. I'd sent Vivian a photo of my lunch and complained that the takeout was awful. Four hours later, she replied with one word: "Yeah." But on social media, I saw her like the lunch Miles had posted, with a comment underneath it that read, "Takeout isn't healthy. From now on I'll cook for you like I did today." Below that was a pile of little back-and-forth nothings between them, lively and endless. I stared at the post for a long time. Then I deleted the message sitting in our chat box: "What

I've had a terrible sense of direction since I was a child. I can walk past an intersection and forget it the second it's behind me. My boyfriend, Lucas Wentworth, and my best friend, Brielle Fontaine, were always finding new ways to "train" me out of it. We went camping together. When I woke the next morning, both of them were gone. I panicked until I found a note. [Nora, we're doing this for your own good. You're an adult now. You can't expect everyone to accommodate you forever.] Underneath it was another line in Brielle's handwriting. [Sweetie, I took your phone too so you can't call for help. You can do it!] I spent an entire day and night trying to get out of the mountains. My