Unforgiven Novels & Stories

The pain of betrayal is unparalleled, for him, yes indeed it was, that was why, he could forgive every crime, every fault, every misdeed, in his mafia, but not betrayal. Truly, it was an unforgivable thing for him. Even if he wanted to, he still can't forgive that vicious act. While, Zahra could feel tears forming in her eyes not because this was a new revelation for her , she knew all of this but because she felt embarrassed, humiliated, angered and what not.Now every one came to know that she was pathetic little girl who not very long ago wanted to run with this man and leave her groom on her wedding day not caring about her future, her family She felt belittled , stupid and helpless that

She scoffed once again, " I see you've been talking to that girl " " I found out on my own. Thanks to your little visit to San Diego yesterday, I was able to request for a DNA test....do you know that your threat was what caused their accident?" I asked She was confused with my statement. " What accident?" She asked " I see your sources haven't informed you yet,..... because of your threat yesterday, Nora and the kid were involved in a car accident. I would have lost the opportunity to be in my kid's life forever if not for the fact that I also have the Rh-null blood group, that was why I missed the dinner with the Vegera's and here you sit to judge me?" I defended

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.

(you must punish anyone who betrays the family). Marco's eyes were wide and full of fear, I have never hesitated to kill anyone but now I'm pregnant I just couldn't do it. “Boss,” Marco pleaded, “I promise to be good, I will do anything….” Still standing there with the gun pointed to him, uncle Ben walked to stand behind me and held my hand with the gun, and I whispered to uncle Ben, “What are you doing?” with shaky voice. “Helping you fulfill your duty,” before I could understand what he said, he pulled the trigger making me startle, I just stood there staring at the lifeless body of Marco, “that's how you pass a judgement.”

The anger in me surpassed the mercy and understanding. I shook my head and said “I can not forgive this, he must pay for what he did, they slit her throat so deep that by the time I got there, she was already looking like a corpse, white and cold, how could someone be so cowardly as to kill a woman in her sleep? I am sorry Maria but this, I can not forgive”

After Mathew finally decided to leave, I made myself dinner. I took my food to the sitting room putting on my laptop I turned to N*****x to find something interesting to watch, I choose the movie called "the unforgivable," a story about a woman who got released from prison after a long time for a crime she committed, but is rejected by society because of her past, reading the short intro I kinda compared her with myself, only that she committed a crime against a society whereas I committed a crime against the mafia Don, but what makes us similar is that those we offended have decided to see our crimes as "the unforgivable,".....how ironic.

“Don’t be a stupid! I can’t be in love with the man who tore my life apart. I can’t forgive the man who destroyed my life.” “To be honest I haven’t seen you make any move against Stefan de la Barrera.” Maria Fernanda just looked at her. Adamaris shrugged. “I’m just saying. Don’t look at me like that.” “In moments like this I think Antonio was always right.” “Oh! Shit, what are you saying now?” “Antonio once said revenges will always take both into the grave. A revenge cannot be completed just by one suffering. It’d be karma, and to allow karma to make its work… the victims have to forgive. I can’t forgive him. I really can’t.”

She shook her head opening her teary eyes. "Don't. Just don't. You shouldn't have read those letters. You shouldn't have known about all of this." She said looking up at him who still had calm expressions. His gaze was blank. It wasn't soft anymore. It had his usual coldness once again. "I don't need your pity, Harry. I don't want you to forgive me out of pity. Yes, I had a hard time. But it doesn't mean that you can forget the sin I did to you. You can't give me the redemption I am dying to earn out of pity. I don--"

he spanked me. Fuck, the orgasm tore through me hard enough that my knees buckled. I clenched around him, pulsing, crying out his name as pleasure crashed over me in waves. “Damon!” My vision turned white. My cunt milked him in hard, rhythmic spasms. Tears slipped down my cheeks onto the table. I felt split open—body, mind, everything. This was the most wrong thing I had ever done and the most honest my body had ever felt. I came so hard I almost blacked out, still pushing back onto his cock, I couldn’t get enough.

The red welt on my cheek had deepened into a dark, bruised shadow, and my eyes—I knew—looked like pits of cold ash. "Jesus, Adrian," Marcus said, sitting upright and tossing his phone onto the coffee table. "You look like you just walked out of a multi-car pileup. What happened? Did the old man finally snap?" I didn't answer. I dropped my leather duffle bag by the door and walked straight to the bar. I poured a glass of neat bourbon, the amber liquid trembling slightly as the adrenaline finally began to ebb, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. "I’m out," I said, my voice sounding like it had been scraped over gravel. "He disowned me. I’m living out of that bag."