Pardon Novels & Stories

Meave shook her head in disbelief, while Marcus clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "A pardon comes with conditions," Gideon continued, raising his voice to be heard over the cacophony of reactions. "He will be released and expelled from our territory. The moment he steps outside, he becomes a wolf without a pack, a lone entity disavowed and disowned. He remains free as long as we never see his face again or hear even a whisper of him lurking near our borders. But let it be known. If he defies this pardon, if he so much as casts a shadow on our land again, I will end him."

he seemed loosing his conscious but he managed to shake his head left and right "Come on, Don't be pathetic. Try taking a guess. You know the answer." I stood up "Death?" he questioned "Bingo! But you don't deserve it do you?" he lost his consciousness totally that he didn't reply. I snapped my fingers in an instant Cato handed me the iron rod. With one slash he jerked awake letting out a loud cry. I took a peak at my watch to see it's way past the time I thought I'll be done with this rascal.

Her touch was gentle, a silent expression of her willingness to help him through this. Throughout the two-hour drive back to their apartment, Carver's pleas for forgiveness were heart-wrenching. "I'm so sorry," he sobbed repeatedly, each word filled with remorse. "Please forgive me." His voice was raw, filled with a genuine pain and regret that resonated deeply with Peyton and Ava.

She stood up from the neat grass she was sitting on. Damien grabbed her by her shoulders. She looked up to him in fear. "Tierra listen to me. I'm sorry, okay. I-I had to. If I didn't, my dad would've killed you." Tierra's eyes watered. "I had to do it. Believe me. I would never hurt anybody without a reason." His eyes softened. "I-it hurts so bad." Tierra cried. Damien bit his lip in guilt, pulling her into his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Tierra." He said.

"It's just a plate, nothing more. It's not worth your anguish." Her gaze bore into mine, filled with a mixture of remorse and vulnerability. "I'm not apologizing for the plate, Dante... I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the harsh words I uttered, for doubting that you would abandon me in Orlando's clutches, for clinging to your past transgressions... I truly am sorry."

Everything was a lie, she was a liar, such a liar! “Alice," Ian called with a broken voice. “Forgive all my mistakes, forgive all what I did, forgive me because it’s my heart, the one which talks now.” Forgiving was not forgetting, but now, it was Ian who would understand the big difference between one act from the other. Broken, Ian was broken. Guilty, Alice was the guilty one there. Sin, Gabriel had been the sinner there.

(TRISTAN'S P. O. V.) "Ar- I mean, your Majesty, we are sorry. Please find it in your heart to forgive us. I know it'll take a long while before you forget about everything, no one can forgive the injustice of one to another. All I ask from you, dear Luna, is that you may forgive us. People make mistakes, what is divine is the ability to forgive." Said the elder, calmly yet apologetically.

Sybil Park “G-general . . .” His Lordship’s voice was trembling. He desperately approached the general and bowed countless times while still kneeling in front of him. “Forgive me, General, forgive me! I was reckless, I’m sorry! Forgive me, please!” “If you apologize, you must be really sorry and sincere. People nowadays always apologize, asking for forgiveness, but they will do the same thing next time and will apologize again. Do you know that I’m already exhausted with that cycle of lies?” The general sighed. “Return the money to them and repair the house you burned down earlier.”

“I really can’t help it. Please forgive me.” “What impudence!”

Its redemption price was an astronomical figure that an average employee would need to work a whole year to achieve. I saw that Simon's redemption status displayed the word "Redeemed". I could not help smiling. Picking up my phone, I texted Simon. Samuel: [Simon, prepare your sunscreen, take your daughter, and enjoy your vacation. This is a unique reward you deserve.] He quickly replied to me. Simon: [Thank you, Mr. Sander! I will!] With a calm mind, I leaned back in my large executive chair, watching the bustling traffic outside the window.