The Redemption Novels & Stories

I’m really not in the mood for him right now, so I murmur to myself, “Not now.” “Do you need to get that?” Amelia tilts her head, eyeing my phone. “No.” I pocket my phone and focus on her. “Can I ask you a question?” She steps closer, maintaining eye contact. “Sure.” “Do you think redemption exists?” I sit down. “Wow, that’s quite a question.” She leans on the table. I look at my papers, trying to articulate my thoughts. “It’s supposedly what the scene is about… a man haunted by his past. If he destroys the man who taught him to do those things, is he changed in some way? Does anything change?”

The crowd started in pity, knowing the hard core consequences I'm about to face. The Elders of our pack tried to talk him out of his madness, but he paid no ears to anyone. He saw me as a curse and a mistake to get rid of. "I'm Sorry, Alpha Germany. I know, I'm just a mere wolf. Not from a family that is well recognized by your pack, I plead for your forgiveness. I said, begging on my knees, praying he would at least hear me out. " I know that you see me as nothing but an abomination to you, but please spare my life. I'm the only one left in my family." I said, in a trembling voice, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“But it doesn’t hurt anymore.” I nodded. “Me too.” We stood in silence, watching Brandon create his own kind of magic. Which is simple, pure, and beautiful. Just like him. And I realized that this was what redemption looked like. Not grand kingdoms or eternal glory. But a boy playing in the sunlight. A man who had learned to love. A woman who had finally learned to forgive. The wind picked up again, bubbling across the lake, stirring the energy in the air. Brandon lifted his hands, letting the faint shimmer of light rise toward the sky. The glow lingered for a moment. Then it scattered into tiny stars disappearing into the horizon.

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I needed to set clear boundaries between us, I don’t want to send across wrong signals. “I’m sorry Miss Malloy, I just wanted to know if you were okay.” He said curtly. He set the car in motion and follows the convoy to the Belarie’s residence. I felt my phone ping on my thighs and picked it up. Noticing I had a new message from an unknown number, I opened it. “I read your email of the story you came up with. We will work with that. I’ve also signed the marriage contract and had it delivered to your address. From A.P.”

you deserve this. On the television, I lifted the trophy, my smile radiant. Outside the television, Vivian rotted in the mire, beyond redemption. I walked out of the venue, and Tessa draped a coat over my shoulders. "What are you thinking about?" she asked gently. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of free air. "I'm thinking that although this world is cruel, sometimes it is also quite fair." My name was Sebastian Whitmore. In my previous life, I had been Aaron Hutchinson, a sacrifice offered up by those closest to me.

He paid no heed to the blood streaming down his forehead as he crawled on the ground like a worm, slamming his head against the floor repeatedly. "Nicole! I'm sorry! I've realized how wrong I've been! Give me another chance! I love you! You're the only one I've ever loved! It was Daisy! That bitch seduced me!" He slammed his head against the ground over and over again. The dull thuds echoed through the cathedral, his forehead quickly turning into a bloody mess. Alas, I didn't even care to look at him. Instead, I turned away, looped my arm through my father's, and sauntered out of the chaotic wedding venue without hesitation.

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.

I believe Gama and his men felt guilty. I could tell that from the expression on their faces. Indeed, no one is perfect at predicting things but, I was sure that the men standing right in front of me have repented. "Now, listen to me all of you," I sensed that all of their attention was on me at that moment. "You shall redeem all of your evil deeds by doing the right thing. And what's the right thing you could do? I know that some of you will ask that question. That's right! Here is the thing, I want all of you to fight on my side when I take on Magaritha. I want you all to engage her army and let's put an end to her terror. This is the only way you can redeem yourselves!" Everywhere seemed

“No, I felt it. I felt my soul slip inside of me. That’s when the memories began to flood back. It felt strange but good. Like a missing piece of a puzzle was put in its correct place.” “But how?” I ask. It makes no sense that his soul would just magically appear. Lucifer’s voice cuts into our exchange. “Because you loved him and sacrificed yourself to save him. A true sacrifice must be made, and once the soul is restored, the enemy shall fall, and the offspring shall be redeemed.” Rising from his seat, he places his hand on Fallon’s shoulder. “You cemented your redemptions when you refused to slay me and returned Bree’s love. You are redeemed, Fallon.”