Penance Novels & Stories

After a short pause, the priest picked up where he left, "Do you think you could make him stay?" The letters jumbled inside Khana's head, leaving her unable to respond. Father Henry continued, "If you don't leave, why must you still hold on to the past?" "I don't know. I need some clarification. I can't let go of this anger. He left me without any explanation. How can I forgive someone when I don't understand their circumstances?” Khana replied. "I understand the weight of this burden on you, but it is beyond my control. I suggest you move on and ask God for guidance in forgiving your former partner's infidelity. As part of your penance, recite the rosary seve

" And I am afraid. Your punishment will have no trials. But if you agree to come with me and accept your mistakes. Council may reconsider and give you a chance to repent.' He continues to stare at me. Pulling a seat to sit beside me. Placing one leg over the other to nod. Staring at his almost empty glass. " Repent?" " Yes. Admitting ones mistakes and atoning them is considered washing away of bad sin.The moon Goddess has herself talked about it in depth." " Sin" The man repeats almost robotically. And my heart seizes when suddenly I feel his fingers trailing my stomach. Running circles on it. " Is this considered a Sin, beautiful?"

"Yes, my Grace. Please." Grace grabbed the lube from the table, pouring an excessive amount into her latex-gloved hand. "You're already sopping wet, but a little extra glide never hurt anyone!" Settling on the seat of the spanking bench so that she was eye level with Catherine's rosary-framed cunt, Grace rubbed her hands together, making sure to coat every inch of latex. "Now, my child, here is your penance: surely you know your catechism. I want you to recite your Hail Mary, one line at a time. At the end of each line, you will be rewarded with another one of my fingers in your delicious cunt."

I asked. “Because tonight I’m announcing my retirement from the Burning Saints,” he said. “The hell you are,” Minus replied. “It’s true.” Minus stared at Cutter, seemingly unable to process his words. “It’s not like it’s my choice, it’s the law,” Cutter continued. “If you can’t ride, you can’t wear a patch, and I can barely walk around the block without passing out and pissing myself, let alone ride.” “You wrote the law and you can change it.”

The conversation had been going on for a good twenty minutes and she hadn't said a word. She took the hint thankfully."It's going to happen whether you like it or not. Frankly I think it's a good thing he's back and he wants to be apart of her life. Penelope needs a Father figure." My Father walked over to Penelope, handing her a beaker of juice. He looked down at her, his smile was big just for her. The bond my father has with Penelope, I know he's scared of that being taken away. "I don't want my Granddaughter being tainted by the lifestyle he lives." He turned his head and looked at me. "What if he just up and leaves like he did before. That's not fair on Penelope."

She combed her damp hair with hands with eyes focused on the outside of the window, closing her eyes, and took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry ..." Vesta whispered to herself. She remembered her parent's faces. They're smiling, yet they were blurry in her memories. She can't remember their voices or how they laughed. Fear welled up in her chest. She was counting numbers in her mind, trying to figure out why she was so afraid right now. Was it because the memory of her parents slowly faded away? Was it because she was afraid to face the truth of why it happened? Because until now she still can't forgive herself? "Here we are, Miss," mumbled the driver.

He had even gone as far as getting us a new house because according to him, that house had a lot of bad energy which is not good for the baby, and bad memories which is not good for us. I smiled, thinking back to the time, six months ago, after I woke up from the comma, and thinking I had lost our baby girl, Antonio hugged me and told me she was fine; the happiness I felt in that moment is inexplainable. Antonio had apologized tirelessly, and he didn't stop. He kept apologizing for days, begging me to take him back, telling me he wanted our child and how he wanted to be a part of her life. Of course I played hard to get because despite my love for him, I was hurt, but Antonio never stopped a

Emily frowned and said, "Leo, do you still remember what I told you? You need to be generous with Adam." Leonardo still stubbornly refused. Emily's tone turned colder. "Leo, give the toy to Adam." Meanwhile, Adam came over and tried to snatch the toy away as if he had been given permission. Then Adam lost his footing while trying to take the toy and fell to the floor, where he started crying on the spot. Emily went livid and she shoved Leonardo. "Leonardo! Why are you so disobedient today? It's just a toy! What's wrong with giving it to Adam?!"

Her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered slightly, the sound making awareness roll through me. “Noㅡ” I suddenly brought the whip down with a sharp but quick wipe. She yelped, jerking forward as the pain licked across her skin, a welt forming. Lust gleamed in my eyes. “Wrong fucking answer, Raina. You see, penance isn't just about regret. It's about surrender. Obedience. Every strike should remind you who commands. Who forgives. Who punishes… the one who should own every moan you hold back now.”

He waited another five seconds before getting up. Gage closed the door behind him and settled into the shadows of the confessional box. The partition was opened and he could make out the priest’s features. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been five weeks since my last confession. My sins are lust.” “Your penance is to pray the Act of Contrition, my child.” “That is not my only sin, Father,” Gage said.