Unforgiven Novels & Stories

Seeing my lack of response, Jenny grabbed my arm and pleaded, "Landon, I know I was wrong. Can you… forgive me? I can't live without you. Ever since you left, my heart has hurt so much." I had never seen Jenny lower herself like this before. If it had been in the past, I would have immediately forgiven her. But now, seeing her so vulnerable didn't touch me at all. I coldly shook off her hand and left her with a parting remark, "Don't forget to sign the papers." I walked away without looking back. I would not forgive her. Never. Because between us, there was ultimately a life lost.

” Michaela looked at her husband and replied, “I hear you, Grandpa. Please give me some time to pray about this matter.” When Michaela was in the USA, she thought she had forgiven Thorne, but upon seeing him, she was overwhelmed with a deep-seated hatred. She wanted to seek the Lord's face before she made a decision. Also, she didn’t want to pretend that she had forgiven Thorne for the sake of the Ferguson elders. Michaela started a three-day fast, asking the Lord to remove hatred and unforgiveness in her heart. She prayed for a hundred percent healing. A week later, Storm and Michaela visited the Ferguson mansion. Michaela smiled at the elders and said, “Gra

"How do you know about Elise?" Lena vanished into the shadows, leaving Deuce stunned. A chill crept up his spine. Lena's words echoed in his mind: "You'll never control her." Deuce stepped forward, determination etched on his face. But an unseen force repelled him. He tried again, pushing against the resistance. The force strengthened, unyielding. Deuce's eyes narrowed, resolve hardened. He took another step. Suddenly, the force exploded, flinging him backward. Deuce crashed into the wall, pain erupting in his head. Blood dripped from a gash on his forehead.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

With his body weak these days, the slap knocked him to the floor. I stood back, witnessing Joe’s violent outburst. The scene only deepened my disgust for him. This man, with his quick temper and abusive streak, had tried to trap my mother in the past, stealing her freedom. My father—sweet but naïve—would never know how Joe schemed to steal the hefty dowry my grandparents had left for my mom. That stolen fortune was what Joe had used to build his overseas empire, returning home draped in fake success. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my hands clenched the shopping bag held behind my back.

I knew he would be disappointed I hadn’t given the mate bond a chance. That’s when the memory hit me full force. I hadn’t given the mate bond a chance. I had rejected them! Fuck! I had never wanted to accept the mate bond, but the reality of rejecting them hit me like a freight train. There were consequences for rejecting a mate. And I had gone and done it out of anger and embarrassment, totally unprepared to face those consequences.

Hafsa's eyes teared up, "I know what I did was wrong and I am truly sorry for that. But trust me I've suffered enough for my crimes. Rather more than that. Your husband... made sure that I and my family went through everything, we've made you go through. The horrors of those tortures not only made my father kill himself but also my mother was about to commit suicide. I had to stop her since she was the only one I had in this world. I went through everything... rather more than what you've been through in that jail where I and my family were kept for several weeks. I'm sorry. I really am sorry." "You know what, hafsa? I went through all of that while I was innocent yet in your case you and yo

My dignity was already trampled, and I am just a sex slave of a murderer. While Terrence is already successful in life and recognized by many, I am just a piece of trash compared to him. My heart almost broke with those thoughts. My world seemed to crumble when I was hit with the truth that I was no longer the old Farah Jimenez who was whole and innocent in the world around me. I am a slut. A whore of Lance Dominguez! After the conversation and some laughter, I said goodbye to Leah because the person who was going to pick me up was coming. It was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to her and she was even about to go to work.

He quickly turned to me and stepped forward to grab my shoulders, “you don’t have to choose. It’s nothing for me to help you. And my offer still stands. If you can’t offer me any other compensation…. I will be happy with anything. Please just give me a chance.” I bit my lip. His eyes were pleading, desperate, and sincere. After a few moments of thought, I slowly nodded, “I will go out with you. You don’t have to buy my tuition.” “Really?” He looked relieved and pulled me into a tight hug. “I want to do it for you. Pay me back… however you want.” ~ Present Day It was that deal that Jacob had quoted when I caught him at the bar. My forgiveness repaid my debt. My suffering was compensation.

For someone born with a silver spoon, it was hell, but I made sure she did not die. My men stopped her every time she tried. A year later, she lost her mind completely. She spent her days muttering, "Benjamin, I was wrong." That day, I finally let her die. Only after atoning for her sins did she deserve to meet Benjamin again in the afterlife. As for me, I would never forgive her. Letting her die was already merciful enough. Three years later, Rory and I visited the Fallow family cemetery. Benjamin's tombstone was spotless. His photo still showed that same bright, innocent smile.