Novel & Cerita Unforgivable Book

When I casually mentioned craving the arancini from a Sicilian bakery in Boston's North End, he drove through a blizzard from Brooklyn, soaked to the bone, clutching that grease-stained paper bag of still-steaming rice balls against his chest like a votive offering to a hungry god. What made me fall completely was the day of my parents' funeral. He had been in Sicily negotiating arrangements, yet he abandoned a ten-million-dollar arms deal to arrive before me covered in blood—only later did I learn he had fought single-handedly through a Bratva ambush, a bullet fragment still lodged between his ribs. "Don't be afraid," he had wrapped me in his greatcoat smelling of cordite and Armani Privé,

"For the first time in three years, I chose to do the right thing instead of the safe thing. It doesn't erase what I did before, but at least I didn't let it end with three more children dying because of me." I sat back, processing everything she'd told me. The story was worse than I'd imagined but also more complicated. This wasn't a simple case of evil person doing evil things. This was someone who'd been broken and manipulated, who'd made terrible choices for understandable reasons, and who'd ultimately found the courage to stop. "Do you think you deserve forgiveness?" I asked. "No." She said it without hesitation. "What I did is unforgivable. Those children will carry scars from what I h

Still played traitor every time I thought of that damn fireplace. That night, I found a package on my doorstep. No name. No label. Inside? A signed copy of his latest book. The dedication page read: “To the woman who gave me writer’s block until I fucked her against it. You’re in every filthy line, sweetheart. And you’re not getting out of my head.” – J.H.” My knees buckled. And my hand went between my thighs. Because no matter how much I hated him, no matter how furious I was—

We have to forgive those who do wrong in order to move forward in our own lives. I didn’t hear much of what else she had to say, my mind was too caught up in how many people actually do get hurt during high school, and how I was a large part of the problem until I met her. Morgan was my rescuer from myself. I would’ve never become the person that I was today, one who isn’t the player that I was so known to be. I owe her much more than I could ever give. I made sure I was the first to rise and begin the standing ovation that Morgan so much deserved. Her applause factor reached epic decibel levels. It took a good minute or so for everyone to get resettled so that we could finally end the eveni

"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?

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

[Remember to make the medical records and chat logs look as real as possible.] My mother replied instantly: [Thank you, girl! I'm going to do it right away!] I laughed. I should have known. Showing mercy to a poisonous snake only gets you bitten in return. I should have called the police from the beginning and sent them all straight in. That night, my social media accounts exploded. Hundreds of private messages flooded in. [You're a horrible man! You'd even hurt your own brother!]

“It’s not your fault to have that promise, isn’t it your parents who promised you that? “ Tracey said. “Do you guys even know why it’s called a Forbidden promise?” Albert asked. “It’s forbidden for the parents to promise their child those kinds of promises.” Amana answered but Albert shook his head and chuckled. “It’s called forbidden because you can’t have it if it’s not running through your blood. It’s not the same as the ordinary promises, there are rules in giving your child a promise. You promise them a power but you also have to promise them a weakness but on forbidden promises you can only inherit what your parents have and the weaknesses are not planned. Forbidden promise users are e

said Zed, throwing him a suspicious look. "I didn't think she still remembered me, but I didn't forget because Ara's mouth never shuts in talking about her." But Mr. Virgil raised his hand and made a sign of the cross. "Dear saints, forgive these people who live on their lies!" The three of us moved our gaze on him. The more I despised him; he's too unprofessional. I wondered how a man like Kim would accept him as a business partner. However, my disappointment heightened when Zed opened his mouth.

he replied with a smile. What she said kept me quiet and that's when I confirmed to myself that I'm falling in love with Alpha. I'm falling in love with the man who killed my parents. And it can't be because it's wrong. How can I love a Murderer who killed my parents a decade ago? "What if he has a big sin against you? What if that sin is unforgivable?" I asked seriously. "Is it a big sin that has no forgiveness? How big is that sin to not be forgiven? When there is love, there is forgiveness, Crema," she answered.