Redemption Novels Novels & Stories

And gently Melanie placed her dirty, bloody cracked hand on his soft and tender one, he slowly pulled her out from the cage, and that's when he saw how she was bending, she wasn't standing straight like a normal human being, she bent like a monkey and she hid her face in fear, He slowly raise her face as her gaze met his, he couldn't look away from her hazel eyes which held so much pain in them, The people gathered were all staring in surprise, the other cougars were fuming in anger and jealousy but most of all the Emperor is about to lose his treasure A man came out from the dark, he was looking so tall and huge, he stretch forth a bag of money to the Emperor “Who are you?!” The Emperor gro

Maybe I could make sure it never consumed me—or anyone else—again. Edward found me still awake by dawn, the book open across my knees. “You didn’t sleep again,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes. I looked up at him, guilt pricking my chest. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop reading.” He sat beside me, brushing his fingers over the brittle pages. “What is this?” “Mara gave it to me. It’s about the old bloodlines—the Flameborn, the Shadewalkers. I think it explains what happened to us.”

"They want to know... if the story ends when the pain stops. They want to know why they should keep watching if we aren't hurting anymore." The words hit Silas like a physical blow. He looked at his hands—the hands that had held the silver dagger, the hands that had reached for Isabella, the hands that had eventually saved a son he didn't know he had. He realized then that their "Redemption" was a product, a narrative arc that required "Conflict" to maintain its value. In the logic of the Reader, a peaceful North was a "Cancelled Series." "So our existence is a transaction," Silas hissed, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, terminal radiance. "We are only 'Real' as long as we

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with

And because I didn't want it to be just another story about saying goodbye. ... I smiled and nodded as I reread the final few paragraphs of my manuscript on my laptop, before hitting the save button a couple of times to finish it. Yes, I had come to realize it. As a result of my salvation, my novel had already been redeemed. *** Megan's POV

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

Her eyes filled with tears, she wasn’t supposed to feel like this, she was the pastor’s daughter, she was supposed to be pure, obedient, focused on God yet all she could think about was Nick. Naomi stood and paced the room restlessly, she opened her Bible hoping to calm herself but every word blurred before her eyes. The verse about temptation only made her chest tighter. Am I already falling? She wondered biting her lip. Is this how it begins? She sat back on the bed and hugged her pillow tight, the guilt burned but so did the secret thrill, It was like two voices were fighting inside her, one calling her back to obedience the other pulling her toward Nick. And though she prayed again and a

Joseph seems to want me more in the betting and since Dave has dropped out. Joseph was right; Diana's determined innocence reminded me too much of the people I had learned to hate the ones who pretended to be pure while hiding deceit. If I could break her, maybe I could prove that all girls were the same. Only chasing after your money, when they get it, they leave without looking back.

Axel had adopted them and made them his own after seeing the way they were being mistreated by the family. I thought Axel had helped them by being kind-hearted, but who knows he has seen into these kids and knew their potential. The twins, as young as they were, had a lot of talent. Little Nine, as young as he is, is a sharpshooter, while Little Red, got his name from his red hair, is a fighter. Axel had trained them hard, just for them to be his bodyguard. That's why I am being conflicted right now because Axel never helps anyone for free.

Hi, Purplelites! It’s been a while since the last time we had a talk. And for those who are new to Claiming My Alpha, I welcome you with a warm heart. By the way, I have already started the second book which is entitled Redeeming My Alpha, I know that some might be a bit disappointed with the way things have ended with Claiming My Alpha, but let me just tell you that the fight is not over yet. Just to give you a brief insight about Redeeming My Alpha, it’s a bit of a slow-burn kind of story. But it will give you a deeper knowledge as to what has happened to Purple Hill before the timeline in Claiming my Alpha and continue to the current timeline.