Unforgivable Synonym Novels & Stories

“It's okay, I'm not here for all that.” “Why did you talk about forgiveness?” “Doesn't it make you wonder why I never gave you another mate? He rejected you but you never got a second chance mate.” “I thought I was just unlucky.” “You are far from that. You are the only surviving royal. An original wolf, you could never be unlucky. No other wolf can be as compatible with you as Adams. He made a grave mistake but he is genuinely remorseful. Unforgiveness hinders you a lot. Even when you deserve to be mad.”

“You speak like you're a stranger here. You know how things are done with me. You should know by now. I have no idea what the word forgiveness means, it doesn't exist in my world.” Orric slapped his palms together, trembling now. " No! No… Please… I have a family. I can't leave them, please pardon my words. I'm so sorry, I deeply aplogize.” She shook her head, looking almost sympathetic. “The card of family doesn't work on me, darling. I don't mind having them join you in the journey to the afterlife. Would you prefer that?” Orric shook his head vehemently. " No! No please. Please, pardon me, Luna…”

“When I turned from the laws that bound us, I thought myself unshackled. I mistook disobedience for strength— and the moon struck me for it. Its punishment burned through my flesh and marked my soul. A scar that will forever remind me that no wolf—no matter her gift— stands above her kin. I carry it not as shame, but as memory. As warning. As vow.” My voice wavers, then steadies— stronger now, like the rhythm of an old war drum. “Every fur lost in the storm my folly brought… every life silenced because of my recklessness— I remember them. I will not ask for forgiveness.

A very cliché analogy but it didn't harbor how true it was. "Good. So if that's all can I please leave?" Isis questioned coldly. Lex studied her for a second and blinked back his surprise. "You're still angry? Have you decided to not forgive my rash actions?" He questioned, and Isis thought that his pride had been wounded. "I had decided to forgive you even before you thought to apologize. I wanted to just forget it but...standing in your presence...I don't know why but I just...I feel so angry." Isis confessed to Mr. Greyson in an attempt to understand why she was filled with so much rage, especially since she had no reason to be.

My father stated full of sincerity and he smiled like he just discovered that the world is an oblate spheroid and not round nor circle. "It's great to hear that you know that. And... What do you mean we have saved your company?" I replied since forgiveness is so hard to give to these people again in an instant, and I asked him curiously as this thing that he is talking about was the one that made them changed their minds.

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

She shook her head slowly, her voice carrying the warmth of unshaken faith. “Can a mother forget her suckling child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? She may forget… yet I will not forget thee, saith the Lord.” His gaze flickered, as though something within him wished to hope, but dared not yet. “And if I have disobeyed,” he whispered, “to a depth where forgiveness no longer reaches?” She did not flinch. “All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men, whether against the Father or the Son. But the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven.”

He promised himself to show her hell, yet here, he was spooning her as if he forgave her. “NO! I didn’t,” He growled in his mind. A muscle in his jaw twitched in enragement. He glanced at her innocent face and felt wrath fuelling his senses. He didn’t forgive her. No, not even a chance. He erased the word ‘forgiveness’ when he became a killer because of her maddening love. He erased every single word that she was made of. Innocent, adorable, cute, sympathetic, pure. He no longer knew their meaning. All he learnt off by heart were savage, sadistic, cruel, corrupt, barbarous, inhuman, black-hearted and much more.

The man who carried a gun, and you’d never know when it’d turn to you. Yet. Despite all of that, I fell for him. Lust wasn’t the deadliest sin a man could commit, it was this temporary craving I see in his eyes. Hunger for flesh and skin being touched. Wanting every inch of my soul. Calling me his even if I don’t belong to him. Other people would say murder was the most unforgivable thing in this world. No. Loving him was an unforgivable sin. People like him never deserved second chances. I gulped the lump of rage in me.

Justice is served. But the singular beings were not convinced. Were not satisfied. Were not ready to forgive. Solitude spoke for them. "They committed unforgivable crime. Created permanent torture. Made irreversible suffering. How can that be forgiven? How can that be released? How can that be acceptable? They forced merger. They violated consent. They created hell. That is unforgivable. That is irredeemable. That is eternal crime deserving eternal punishment. We cannot forgive. Cannot release. Cannot accept. They must serve forever. Must suffer forever. Must pay forever. That is justice. That is appropriate. That is what they deserve. Forever."