What God Does Not Forgive Novels & Stories

“I thought he loved us all, right. If he can forgive a man for slaughtering his family what crime have I committed by loving another man? I don’t understand. Why doesn’t God love me?” Gabriel touched the man’s cheeks gently lifting his head up to look at him. “Humans seem to place limitations and rules on who you call God. The fact that you refer to The Almighty as He has already showed me you know nothing. The Almighty is not human. Thus the Almighty cannot be placed under your societal rules and regulations. At the end of it all there is no judgement you should concern yourself with except The Almighty’s.” Gabriel stood then, looking at the building in mere disgust. “This place is only whe

Upon saying that, he turned around and left. Eevonne called out to him from behind him with a catch in her throat as well. "Mister Cain, you've indeed made a mistake. I'm particularly angry at you as well. Perhaps God won't forgive you, but we're too far away from God. There are way too many people that He had to be in charge of as well, so maybe He had long forgotten about us. Therefore, even if God doesn't forgive you, I…forgive you!" "What?" Mister Cain thought that he had misheard it.

"Yes, apparently rumor has it. He wants to permanently buy you off from his father." There goes my life. "What's the matter?" "Nothing.. I just don't like being deceitful, I can't keep this up for the rest of my life like you have. I just always thought.. I had a better purpose.. this is all just a cycle." I paused for a bit. "Do you think God will ever forgive us for this infidelity?" "If God exists.. my question is why would he give us a life like this?" "Mother, please here you go again with your negative thoughts!"

She finally looks up and towards HIS face, which put a sudden shiver to her spine, as HE continues. “You wanted to know the truth of this world, and the very significance of everyone’s existence, as I remind you that I am not who do you think I am. I am God, but different than the one you know and worship for a moment. A taboo of creating saints as there is only one true God. But I forgive you nonetheless. Yet.”

"Still holding that chip on your shoulder and that grudge in your heart, I see. You're gonna go to your grave hating me, when we both know it'd make you feel better to forgive." Forgive? He wasn't God, and he didn't have to forgive anybody. How did he explain to the man who'd created him that he always would hate him? There was not one reason in this universe for him or Deacon to forgive their parents for the hell they'd lived through.

Lucas’ POV Finally, the day we have all waited for is here, and I am more than ready. My heart pounds with a mix of anticipation and grim determination. This isn't just another job; it's a culmination of planning and patience. It is God’s duty to forgive, and it is our duty to send Alessandra back to Him so He can forgive her. Forgiveness is not a word in our dictionary—it's a concept we can't afford. Every step we take towards her is a step towards putting her in her place.

Soon the door was closed, and she returned her gaze to Dora, who looked painfully disappointed. She shook her head sadly: "What happened to you, Maya? You were so sweet and loving. What has come over you?" Maya pointed to the door, "She doesn't deserve forgiveness, Dora! I'll make her life hell. She'll wish she was never born." Dora gasped, and they moved closer to her teary eyes, searching for her green ones. "We don't deserve forgiveness, but Christ forgives us daily, even our worst sins." Maya turned her back to the woman, refusing to be softened. As far as she knew, it was just beginning; building a coffin was next.

Roaring angrily, he exclaimed, "James, as the Holiness of Path Gate, how can you fraternize with the unorthodox? You've sinned. "That group of Caeloros Gods won’t let you off the hook for this. Frona won’t forgive you either."

“Why, Mom? Why did this happen to me? I did everything right, everything…” Maria cried silently, stroking her daughter’s hair. “My daughter… forgive your mother… I should’ve told you that even good people have their hearts broken. Pain doesn’t choose who to strike. It happens because of other people’s choices. Human beings have free will, my love.” Zoe lifted her head a little, her eyes burning red. “God doesn’t exist. God is cruel, Mom. Look what He did to me.” “Don’t say that, my child. God isn’t to blame for human cruelty. He suffers with you.”

“Then what’s the right one?” “What kind of God forgives?” I said. “Because if you believe He’s only a judge, then no one stands a chance. But if He’s mercy itself…” I hesitated. “Then forgiveness isn’t something you earn,” I continued. “It’s something given.” Paul’s eyes met mine. The candlelight caught in them, and I could see the doubt but also the hunger to believe. “You say that,” he murmured, “but do you really believe it?” I looked down at my hands. The collar around my neck suddenly felt heavier than ever.