Will God Forgive Blasphemous Thoughts Novels & Stories

“Do not say anything about our Lord.” Her voice trembles now, but it’s not fear—it’s conviction. A dangerous, unwavering conviction. “The Blues will be angry with you,” she continues, her lips barely moving. “You will experience their wrath. Beg for forgiveness, Imogene. Beg for forgiveness.” A shiver rakes through me. The way she says it… it’s not a threat. It’s a warning. Like she truly believes I’ve just sealed my fate by doubting whatever twisted doctrine she follows.

People were punished for it … because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha’s name would summon him. “Say it,” he said. “Alpha …” “Alpha?” “Zade,” I said, my voice just above a whisper. “And you know I don’t fucking allow that kind of shit to happen to anyone I care about, don’t you?” His fingers curled around my G-spot, and I grasped his muscular shoulder through his tight gray sweater, my legs shaking uncontrollably. “I know … oh Goddess, please don’t stop.” He massaged my G-spot with his two fingers as his thumb worked its magic over my clit.

"Yes, Evelyn is my wife now. Whether you accept it or not, I'm with her. What happened was an accident. None of us wanted it. Can't you just forgive her?" "How am I supposed to forgive her? I'm your mother! Look at me! Look at my face! I was ruined, and you want me to forgive her?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her disfigured face. Fresh red skin had just begun to grow over the wounds, with black scabs still visible in some places. It was a horrifying sight. When Trevor looked away, Lydia's heart broke. If her son couldn't even bear to look at her, what was the point of living anymore?

“Forgive me father for I have sinned or I’m about to sin, I really don’t know which one it is.” Abigail said with her hands clapped together as she looked up at the Imam standing in front of her. She shouldn’t even be here but she’s been having dreams, dreams that she couldn’t talk to her catholic priest about. She couldn’t even confess it. “I’m not your religious leader, here, your sins are between you and Allah, you don’t have to confess anything to me because I do not have the power to forgive you.” Imam Tariq responded.

"I-I have the ring, Haven. We could start over. Do it right. You'll be more sexually vulnerable with me and I'll be faithful and communicate better." I shook my head. "You're delusional. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I'm done." "Please, Haven, give me another chance. Please forgive me." "I am not God, Gabriel. You can't just repent and then expect me to forgive you. It doesn't work like that." I said firmly. "Well aren't we supposed to try to be more like him?" He asked. "Yeah. And you should probably work on that," I said scathingly.

Not to mention, with the war between humans and supernatural beings, there was always bound to be prejudice and tension. "Please, I truly didn't mean anything like that!" Amelia tried, feeling like she would cry. "If I offended you in any way, I apologize." "Do you think a simple apology will fix this?" Natalia demanded, beginning to look amused at Amelia's discomfort. With confusion welling up, Amelia tried to determine why the woman would look like that. There was no way that she was intentionally giving her a hard time, right? "What do you want me to do?" Amelia asked, desperate to gain Natalia's forgiveness. "Please name it."

Chose to believe they were all jealous of what we had. I'm a firm believer of Christ and that every single thing happens for a reason. Perhaps this was a test from God, I failed the minute we committed fornication. I failed, but I'm choosing to correct it all by writing to you and making peace. Walking around with hatred is a burden for my heart, with knowing that where ever you're, you do not even think of me. You do not even feel a glimpse of guilt. I might even have to include my name or you might not remember. You have been around, I understand.

“No. I’m not a big sinner, Father. Not like some.” A pause. “What do you mean by that?” The words came out before I could stop them. Light. Almost teasing. “I mean I’ve never committed a major sin knowingly. Never stolen. Never hurt anyone badly. And I’ve never sinned with my flesh. Never been lustful. At least not with my actions.” The booth went still. So still I heard the faint creak of his bench as he shifted. “That,” he said slowly, “is blasphemy.” My stomach dropped. “Father?”

" As he inhaled the pungent powder, he mused over that thought. It wasn't untrue. The Devil, or one of his servants, was always on their heels here, and none of them could escape him. Even now, he felt something following him, watching and urging him on with his ghastly ideas. He'd prayed that day. He prayed most days, but today had been more fervent than ever before. He didn't think it was God who answered. The thoughts echoed with a raspy voice, tinged with a cooing sweetness. No. That was the Lord. He sent his words etched in stone, or some other enigmatic manner. 'The Lord will forgive me. I'm doin' it for the right reason,' Abraham thought. He'd thought it so often he'd convinced himsel

"He made it sound like I was the one eager for it, that I wanted to touch him! Me! The audacity of that man!" I pressed my palms together tighter, my knuckles white. "Please, God, forgive me for this unintentional sin. Forgive me for letting my concern override my… my common sense. And please, Lord," I added, a desperate plea escaping my lips, "make him stop. Make him stop being such a lecherous, infuriating, impossible man. Or at least, please give me the strength to resist the urge to smack him with a bedpan." I sighed, feeling a tiny bit lighter as I poured out my chaotic thoughts. "Amen."