Spare Me Great Lord Novels & Stories

Ivery replied “I plead by saying that I’m sorry. I know I’ve done a lot of bad things, which I’m not proud of and it’s been hard trying to process what I’ve done, and it’s also been difficult that I thought drinking would ease the pain, but it never did. I know you know I killed my sister just because of my stupidity, and I know I did a lot of wrong things, but I’m so sorry I’ve been trying to change my life, but I’ve done so many bad things that anything I do it never changes and this is what brings me here pleading for a change, I swear I truly am sorry.” “You see, your honour, this must count for something”, stated Apollo. “Your right, Apollo forgiveness does count, Mia Walgreen; you have

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

For the first time, his expression softened—not with sympathy, but with consideration. “You’re right, Apollo. Forgiveness does count.” He looked at me intently. “Mia Walgreen, you have two days—two days only—to go back to the most critical moment in your life. How you use that time is up to you. No one will recognize you. You will be a free agent in the universe, with the blessing of God Almighty and His court.” Before I could fully grasp his words, Ivery raised his gavel and struck it against the desk.

I stood up, not wanting to hear another word of this disgusting conversation. Seeing that I was about to leave, Eric quickly got up as well, signing anxiously. He was asking what was wrong. I shook my head. "I'm tired. I want to go home and rest." Without waiting for his response, I walked straight out of the private room. As soon as I stepped out of the banquet hall, I saw the plaza used for the Kalmoor Pack's rituals. Right in the center, Eric had arranged candles to spell out, "Alison, marry me!"