Unforgiven Novels & Stories

be fought for, to stay for, to love, to live for. "I know, Dad, I know Sabrina is not my mother, I know Viviane is my mother, I know she is alive, I know everything, I know what you did, what you didn't do, what you should have done, what you didn't know how to do, what you couldn't do, I know you were afraid, that you were weak, that you believed it was better, that it was safer, that it was simpler, to stay silent, to lie, to let it happen, I know everything, Dad, I know everything, and I don't forgive you, not today, not now, not right away, but perhaps, perhaps one day, one day, I will be able, I will want, I will know how to forgive you, understand you, accept you, love you, as you are

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

Her body dangles in the air for some few seconds before she falls, her eyes wide open, still white and vague, embracing loneliness. ********* " She must not live" Frenger said. His angry tone dipped in a puddle of vengeance. Oden nods and stares at Annabelle. Her body tied with bane. Her lips calm and her breathing regular. " Am sorry Frenger" Oden said. He could pull out the threads of confusion in Frenger's eyes. His daughter was gone?. The empty stare which his red eyes gave, would make one perceive his misfortune. " I take my leave your highness" Frenger replied. His men raise up Annabelle's unconscious body, trailing Frenger as they move out.

If I was feeling like this just from witnessing a death, then what did he feel like? Right now, Marienne was as transparent as a piece of glass. Broken glass. His shaking form reminded me of a tortured child, hurting and wanting to break free from his cage. He looked disheveled, frantic. Consolation is the last thing he needed right now. I watched as he slowly raised his head from her hair and locked his eyes with mine. His eyes were red and his face was smeared in her blood, making it disturbingly crimson. He just watched me, and I, him.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

I stood up and wiped my tears as I looked at the handsome devil standing away from me and speaking to someone in a language I didn’t quite comprehend. I had only one thought in my mind. Oh my friend you don’t know what you are getting yourself into. You made the wrong decision Sean because you just made me desire revenge even more and I don't think after what happened today I will even be able to forgive you. It's like the old saying 'don't dig your own grave ' but I am sorry my friend, my bad, I meant enemy you have already dug it and now we need a body to fill the grave. I glanced towards the kitchen where he was but no one was there. I felt a presence behind me and looked at Sean, his hai

Her desire for revenge had blinded her. She had let her anger and hurt consume her, leading her down a path of destruction. But now she saw the error of her ways. Forgiveness, not revenge, was the key to healing and moving forward. Her newfound understanding was not just an intellectual concept but a deeply felt conviction. She had come to understand that forgiveness was not just about letting go of the past but about embracing the present with compassion and kindness. A new inmate, a young woman named Maria, was thrown into the cell next to hers. Maria was hardened, bitter, and angry, having been sentenced to prison for a crime she swore she didn't commit. Sofia saw the pain and desperation

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.

Fred shook his head. "Write the text in English, I'm waiting" Mr Smith repeated. "That is good to make an anthem for your organization. I need treatment for all these bruises your men inflicted on me. Is that also too much?" Fred wanted to buy time. He hopes Tony, his best friend, sees the text and helps him out He does not trust whatever this man is saying about setting him free after he returns all the evidences to him. He would rather dine with his enemy than trust his shadow, talk more of a bigger enemy? Not advisable.

They had known for a hundred years that someone named Eleanor would come, would hide, would hear her name called from the well. Thomas stepped forward from the circle. "We told you about the return," he said softly. "We didn't tell you what returns. It's not a thing, Miss Cross. It's a person." He paused. "It's you." Eleanor tried to run, but her legs would not move. The voice from the well spoke again, louder now. "Eleanor Cross, born 1995, died never. You have been expected since 1923. Come home."