Unforgiven 4k Review Novels & Stories

"Cozy." "Well, you know. Reinforced concrete, no natural light, perpetual threat of violence. All the elements of a romantic getaway." I rubbed my feet, grateful to be free of the shoes. "Do you think they'll have this resolved quickly, or are we looking at the full seventy-two hour experience?" "Depends on the threat level. Could be an hour. Could be longer." He turned back to the screens. "We'll know more once my team reports in." "Mmm. And there's no cell service down here, I'm assuming?"

“It requires standing in front of the person you hurt.” I kept silence. Listening. “Accepting whatever response they choose to give” “And understanding this, that forgiveness is never owed.” I spend most of the conversation being verbally dismantled. While she points out every flaw in my logic. By the time she hangs up, I was already irritated. Embarrassed to the core. I reluctantly aware that she is right. I hate to accept the fact that she was right. I thought about everything she said. After several hours of wrestling with the idea, contacts Thorne.

When I looked at my daughter curled up at the head of the bed, I felt a throb in my heart. ‘My poor darling Ava. Did you know that I miss my parents too?’ I didn't even get the chance to apologize to them. Everything they warned me about came true in the end. Even in my death, I could not get their forgiveness.

My mind shifted back to my last scene as I screamed out for help before blacking out completely. The door forcefully swung open , my eyes widened in fear to see Philip walk in on us, still dressed in the elegant black suit from the hotel earlier today. This face immediately turned sour , surely disgusted by what was revealing before him. “ What the fvck is going on here?!” He roared, his voice giving up the uproar in his body. He grabbed the man by his collar and unleashed several punches. I screamed in horror as the man tried to free himself. He turned his gaze towards me, his hands clenched into a fist. I could feel his rage from the other side of the room.

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."

“Morgan, he was your first…for everything. First boyfriend, first love, first fuck buddy.” I giggled at Clarissa’s description, she was so thoughtful with her words. “I just know I’m still in love with him. I’m hurt, shocked, depressed, furious, but,” I looked up at her, “I still love him.” Clarissa ran her hand down my hair. “It hurts,” she let out a big sigh, “God knows I know all about that, but it gets easier. Give yourself some time. After that maybe you’ll realize that Ethan wasn’t the one or if he was, then you’ll find it in your heart to forgive.” Clarissa stood up and picked up her book. “He’s one of the good ones, Morgan. What Matt and his fucked up crew made him agree to do was wr

“Oh, I apologize. Who are these scums? I need them to taste the wrath of me, for I, Jon Ray Cliffordstone is never going to let this slide! I will crush them beneath my feet and—” “But I beat the sh*t out of them. You are like, an hour late for the main event,” I cut him off. “Dude, I just want to sound heroic just one time and you don’t even let me. Get up you, puny humans, we need to get going. To our sacred homes! To arms, my brethren!” He then raised his hand like he is summoning a storm by the raging clouds. Alas! The rain has fallen! “You moron! Hurry we’re gonna be soaking wet!” Kev shrieked as he winked.

Soon, I won't be able to be with him, and it will be tough again. Kaden’s POV I glared at the article picture on my desk. The picture of the man who destroyed my life. I hated that he and I were related. I wish we were not. If only I could cleanse my veins of his blood, but I am afraid that is not possible. Even if I had wanted to deny it, his blood is coursing through my veins, for I am his son. A seething anger boiled inside of me as I kept glaring daggers at the piece of article. He was the bastard who ruined my mother's life and left her to fend for herself after using her. He ruthlessly discarded her like a used rag, without a care in the world.

I told the truth. “I’m not fighting to keep Sophie from her father,” I said. “I’m fighting to keep her safe. To keep her from the confusion of being loved and unloved in the same breath. I’m fighting to teach her that love is not chaos.”bNathaniel stood abruptly. The judge ordered him to sit. I continued, undeterred. “I used to think forgiveness meant allowing reentry. Now I understand, it means letting go without letting harm return.” Silence wrapped around my words like velvet.

I wanted to pull back but I decided against it. " What I did to you was terrible and I regret it every single day........ what kind of parent cuts all form of contact from their child just because they got pregnant out of wedlock?" He asked out loud. " I didn't know what came over me Nora.., I allowed my ego to get the best of me...... please forgive me" he concluded " Is this apology even genuine?" I asked out loud. " Because it doesn't seem so to me........if you wanted to genuinely apologize you would have reached out to me yourself! ......you are only doing so now because I showed up in front of you "