Unforgivable Synonym Novels & Stories

“I'm not planning to-“ Vidar didn't finish the sentence, growling in frustration. “He’s here to help me explain. If you won't listen to me, then maybe you will listen to him.” "I already you said- “ "I know O what you he said", he said Vidar, me interrupting. "AND if I have what to hear more some nonsense about as you're not good enough for me or you shouldn't be my luna coming out of your mouth, I might go crazy. I can understand if you thought what I did was unforgivable…” "Good-" I I interrupted, trying explain what O what he he did he was Unforgiven...

“And you’ve been avoiding him like he’s the plague. That’s a very specific therapy combo, my guy.” Lily leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice dipped to dramatic stage whisper. “Tell us everything. We’ll turn it into a W*****d series.” Jordan snorted. “Title: Forgive Me, Father, I Love the Sin.” “Jordan!” Lily slapped her arm. “Too much.” She turned back to me, all sharp concern. “Did he do something? Did something happen?” I closed my eyes. It was like being dragged across broken glass. The confession booth. The rain. The kiss. The grinding. The way my body had betrayed me. The way I’d run until the rain stopped and my shame had nowhere to hide.

Turning to face him, trying to hold back tears, "Do you want to know what upset me the most? I would have forgiven you earlier on if you wouldn't have said those 4 words to me." "What 4 words?" "You're just too big." "What?" "Those are the 4 words you said to me JP. You said you're just too big" I tell him as I feel a tear slide down my cheek. "Liv, I didn't mean that. I let Maggie get into my head. I'm sorry. You are a beautiful woman Olivia. Your size doesn't mean anything to me. You are a genuine person and I want to be your friend. I could you use someone like you on my side. I need you to teach me how to be a good man. I don't want to be known as the guy who sleeps around anymore. I wan

Wouldn't that be too evil and unfair for the man? "Sophia," Tristan called when the woman remained silent, not responding to a word he said earlier. "I know, I've made too many mistakes during this time. I also realize that there are too many sins that I have inscribed in your heart. Is there a way for you to forgive me? Whatever it is, I will try to do it for you."

It reminds me of the woman who was once my best friend. That still doesn't make up for her betrayal though. I'm well aware that someone can care about someone and still hurt them. But her betrayal goes well beyond hurting me. And I'm not sure that I can ever forgive that. Maybe once upon a time I could have if it would’ve remained relatively simple. But not after it led to Gavin’s death. That's unforgivable.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds." A frustrated sigh escaped Adrian's lips as he shook his massive, fur-covered head. "You speak of arrogance, yet you fail to see the irony in your own words. We are both prisoners of our past, shackled by the sins of our forebears. Is there no room for forgiveness, for understanding?" Seraphina's gaze wavered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her ethereal features. "Forgiveness?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "After everything our kind has endured, you speak of forgiveness?"

“I’m sorry but I can’t mom, I don’t forgive whoever hurt what belongs to me!” “I will punish them and make them regret it by myself!”

If all these years, we've both been living in the same house, a perfect contrast to how close we've been, once. I appreciate the fact that he doesn't ask anything. Doesn't try to nudge me to speak up, but is patient with me. And maybe I'm selfish, keeping him in the dark about my pain. About those years. We don't excuse the wrongdoings of those we once looked up to just because they were once nice. They're guilty. They deserve to die if their wrongdoings exceed the good. If their wrongs are unforgivable. I glance down at my hands, clean, and wonder fleetingly if I'm capable of killing someone with them. I imagine the sound of bone breaking, and cartilage collapsing as I twist Adrian Hart's n

“Did you?” “Yes,” I said honestly. “And I don’t regret it.” Because the wanting hadn’t been the problem. Silence had been. Shame had been. Being told that fire was something to fear instead of understand. I stepped closer to him, resting my arms on the railing too. “For a long time,” I said, “I thought forbidden meant wrong.” “And now?” “Now I think forbidden just means powerful,” I said. “And power scares people who need control.” He smiled then, not wide, not triumphant. Just real.

"So do not ask me to proffer mercy to those who do not deserve it, malyshka. He touched what belongs to me...he wanted to hurt you. And that is a sin I can Never forgive." His words were final, his conviction strong. Nothing would change his mind. The college kid had committed an unforgivable sin- and his death was the only absolution he could offer my husband. ***