The Unforgivable Parents Guide Novels & Stories

I nodded repeatedly as I was too terrified. Evelyn: P-Please, I will do everything. D-Don't do anything to my parents. Please... I cried while looking at her in pain. I know that my parents are the one who handed me into their callous hands but still they are my parents. I can't let them get killed because of these heartless monsters. I will never be able to forgive myself if I become the cause of their death. Already my life is messed up now I can't afford to lose my only family which I myself know doesn't love me or want me anymore.

“I would have done that. But your father had already paid the price to make things go well. He said I should tell you to quit looking for your mate and focus on the princess. He'll make sure your mate is safe wherever she's. Man,your father might be evil but he's the best father to you. Trust me, he'll burn the bridges for you and my fucking father wouldn't even come close when he was alive……” “I want the antidote….. please….my chest is burning…..”. I complained, tightening my grip on the hem of his trouser. “Consider yourself lucky if you survive this. Reject your mate and move on. She will never forgive you for killing her parents so why are you risking your life for someone that could kil

“Alexander please don't do this. I know you're disappointed but is there no other way? I'll ask my parents to apologize but please don't kill them. I don't want to lose them.” “You think I'm willing to lose my parents, Kimbeerly? I'm just like you in not wanting to lose my parents but what did your parents do? They even brutally murdered them and didn't give them any chance, so no forgiveness is in order. I want to avenge my parents just like my father did.”

The security gate on the east wall has a blind spot at 2:00 AM. Julian’s warning echoed in the silence of my mind, a dark, relentless countdown. He wasn't just asking me to return; he was forcing me to choose between a life as a broken, protected witness and the absolute surrender required to keep my father's mind from rotting away completely. If I didn't step into the cold tonight, the neuro-regulators would never reach the medical facility in Anchorage. My father would spend the rest of his days painting ghosts for a master who had already faked his own death.

my father continues, looking at me the same way John looks at Luc, "Before, we let it go, you were children... then teenagers, then newly presented alphas, but now you’re adults, there is no excuse anymore. You don't like each other, we know that, but at least pretend to be civil. We don't want behavior like this again, especially not in front of the delinquents we are trying to improve. What message are we giving them, when their handlers are beating each other up?" "It won't happen again, General," I state, though I'm not so sure. Luc just rests his head against the couch with his eyes closed. Oh, how I wish I could be like him and just stand there, ignoring the looks of parental disapprov

“But just to make everything clear, I'll ask again. Why are you here, Mother? And why would you throw my drink away like that? Did I do something wrong?” “If you had done something wrong in the past, I would have called you and informed you about it,” she replied. She paused for a moment before continuing. “But no, son...” Her expression hardened. “You didn't do something BAD. You did something UNFORGIVABLE! Something no true member of the Riley family would ever do!” My eyebrows shot up. “What exactly are you talking about, Mother?” I asked, completely confused. “What is it that you claim I have done?!”

“Go on, my son. Confess, and unburden yourself.” There was a long pause. Only his breathing filled the air. Then he spoke, voice low and uneven. “I don’t even know where to start.” “Start with the truth,” I said gently. “Whatever it is.” He let out a shaky laugh, the kind that comes from despair rather than humor. “I’ve done something unforgivable, Father.” The word unforgivable always made me tense. I’d heard it too many times from too many mouths, yet it still had a sting.

“Told you so many times you were too easy on them. Goes to show I was clearly right. Giving them far too many freedoms and they feel they can do something like this. Let them get away with too much over the years, and they think they can do as they please. Showed you and your rules no damn respect. Irresponsible parenting, Stefan. I swear, none of mine would have got away with it. Too soft with them. Well, it fucking went wrong for you today didn’t it? She believed you would be fine with her running away when you needed her. So damn disrespectful. She paid you back good and proper, didn’t she? Paid the pack back too. Fucked us all over that stupid little girl.” My hands were trembling as I p

“You expect me to buy that? After a decade of silence?” My father steps closer, lifting his hands in a placating gesture. “We made terrible choices. We know, but we’re trying to fix them.” My mother nods, her voice softening in a way that always preceded something cruel. “Rebel deserves guidance. She deserves parents involved in her life.” The twist in my gut deepens, that tone, manipulation wrapped in maternal concern. I’ve heard it too many times. Fang takes a step forward, shoulders tense, ready to break something.

"How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!" It felt as though my heart was being ripped from my chest, severing the last ties between my mother and me. Whether it was defiance or rage, I ripped open my shirt to reveal the mottled scars beneath—burns from cigarettes, bruises from beatings, and cuts from being slashed… "Mom, look at me! Look at my scars! This is all Wendy's doing! Why can't you see it?" The scars were horrifying, enough to make even Nelson turn his head in pity, unable to bear the sight.