There Is No Forgiveness From The Regressed Lady Novels & Stories

I grab a mic and nod to the DJ to cut the music. “This woman,” I say, my voice carrying through the silence, “Was never at fault for what her daughter did. She was equally a victim of that betrayal. And yet, you have all treated her as though she carried the blame.” I squeeze her hand. “As your Luna, I say, no more. She is forgiven. She is one of us again.” Gasps. Silence. My mother-in-law rises. Two female elders flank her as she walks, stronger now, her stick barely slowing her. She takes another mic from the DJ.

When she got to prison and saw the condition of the woman, she shook her head and said, "I still can't believe that a human being could be so wicked. Why? Why were you so evil?" Meela stared at her and pleaded for mercy. "Please, Kathy, forgive me. As it is now, everything has been rectified. You're back with your parents, so please forgive me. Convince your parents to forgive me too. What I did was a terrible mistake, and I regret it. I wish I could turn back the hands of time and undo the things I did, but as a human, I possess no such abilities. Please forgive me." "I can't convince the king and queen to forgive you. You would have killed me if it wasn't for Mason. You didn't even think o

“And the egg donor.” “Jacob showed me the medical records. Do you really think I could be lied to by a mistress?!” She scoffed in disbelief, “that was your child! A legitimate heir! No wonder he’d throw a woman like you in here. And it will get worse – I will make it worse. You will learn, you ungrateful brat, you will learn.” And with that she stood and walked out. She’d be back, I assured myself. I would get out. But as I was walked the short distance back a group of women jumped me and the guards stepped back. Punching, kicking, pulling my hair and arms, they bashed my face into the floor and wall.

The morning air carries the scent of pine and distant snow, clean and sharp in my lungs as I try to make sense of everything I’ve just learned. ‘We can’t forgive him,’ I tell Nyx firmly, my internal voice leaving no room for argument. ‘He claimed us against our will. He took our choice away.’ Nyx prowls through my mind, her presence agitated and conflicted. ‘Conri regrets,’ she insists. ‘I felt it through the bond. He regrets how they claimed us.’ ‘How they claimed us, not that they claimed us,’ I counter bitterly. ‘That’s a pretty convenient distinction.’ ‘Different,’ Nyx argues. ‘Conri doesn’t regret making us his, he regrets how he did it. There’s a difference.’

My body arched, every nerve lighting up as the mark took shape — not forced, but welcomed. A bond reforged, willingly. And when it was done, he cradled me in his arms like something sacred. We lay like that for what felt like hours. No words. Just the rhythm of two broken souls beginning to heal. FREYA’S POV From the shadows of her cell, I watched the torches flicker against the wall. They thought I was finished. They thought bars could hold me. Fools. A voice came from the far corner. Male. Familiar.

Gia placed a reassuring hand on Deep's, her touch conveying a sense of solidarity and understanding. Gia: You're right, Deep. Ejay's actions speak volumes about the darkness within him. Forgiveness isn't owed to someone who's caused so much devastation. Their agreement hung in the air, a shared understanding that certain wounds cut too deep for forgiveness to mend. In that hospital room, amidst the quiet resolve, Deep and Gia found solace in their mutual acknowledgment of the unforgivable nature of Ejay's deeds, a shared conviction that stood firm against the tide of pain and betrayal.

her godfather said then held out her hand. "You are not a criminal and you are not a murderer. You imprint that on your brain, honey. You have not killed innocent people, they are all evil and deserve to be punished. The Tyrant deceived you so it's not your fault at all, it's all Regan's fault." "Still— I'm part of it," Agatha said and cried because she could no longer bear what was bothering her heart. "Forgive yourself, that’s the only answer to lose the burden in your heart. Learn to forgive, Agatha" her godfather added. Agatha remained silent and wiped away her tears.

The memory of our union—the one I had sold to the gates and reclaimed in the vault—erupted like a second sun within my chest. I looked at the Goddess of Scorn. I didn't see a monster. I saw Sarah. I saw the girl who had been so afraid of being "lesser" that she had allowed herself to be hollowed out by a man who didn't know her name. "I forgive you, Sarah," I whispered. The Goddess froze. The collective of shadows began to shimmer, the obsidian oil turning into clear, silver water. "YOU... FORGIVE?" the chorus asked, the voice trembling.

"Yes, Evelyn is my wife now. Whether you accept it or not, I'm with her. What happened was an accident. None of us wanted it. Can't you just forgive her?" "How am I supposed to forgive her? I'm your mother! Look at me! Look at my face! I was ruined, and you want me to forgive her?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her disfigured face. Fresh red skin had just begun to grow over the wounds, with black scabs still visible in some places. It was a horrifying sight. When Trevor looked away, Lydia's heart broke. If her son couldn't even bear to look at her, what was the point of living anymore?

What I didn't expect, however, was to be reborn. No one could ever understand the sheer thrill of realizing I had another chance at life. No one could fathom the amount of self-control it took for me not to break down in sobs when I saw Yuna, alive and standing in front of me once more. I had the opportunity to start over again, so this time, I vowed to rewrite our story. To change the ending of our story! As for Andrew? He deserved nothing less than hell. Now, standing before me, Andrew wore an apologetic expression. He gently patted Yuna's head and said, "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I have something really important to take care of, but I promise I'll be back soon."