Another Innocent Lady Novels & Stories

Gentle approaching footsteps that stopped just outside the little door and then a knock. ‘It’s freaking occupied. Use the next one.’ I screamed out. Was my loud sobs not enough evidence? ‘Are you okay in there?’ the deep voice I heard was unexpected. What was a man doing in a lady's washroom? I choked in my sobs and replied ‘I'm fine. You are in the wrong place.’ I said weakly. ‘, I believe you are the one in the wrong place.’ He responded and I could sense the amusement all over his voice.

“My ladies are still… hic… they finally got a new piece of information”, the lady in red in front her said. “And what might that be?” “They found the treasure box, and that’s all they can reach. It’s impossible to go any further but I… hic… still ordered them to stay there until they are no longer of use.” Gianna Doxon was a mysterious woman she met while drinking at the club. She got drunk and vented something really personal and the kind lady offered her help. “Women supporting women” as she says.

Not Chicago. I watched him as he removed his phone, frowned at something, and put it back in his pocket. Of course, he cannot be bothered by me right now. I watched him smile and sip his champagne, not a care in the world, while I sat alone on the living room floor. The angle changed, and I saw the woman he was sitting with… a beautiful, elegant woman in a maroon silk gown and thick, jet-black hair. Jade Thorne. Was I hallucinating!!?

"I need to bail my friend out! She's been accused of attempted murder, but it's a mistake! She didn't do it! I'm very sure of that!" The officer behind the desk looked up from his paperwork, slightly surprised by the lady's sudden arrival. "Ma'am, please calm down. What's your friend's name?" Olivia took in a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Her name is Bianca Greg. She was brought in a little while ago. Please, you have to help me! She's innocent, I know it!" The officer nodded sympathetically and began typing on his computer. "Let me check on her status..." he paused for a while before looking back up to Olivia.

"Why is this boutique for VIPs now? Who are the VIP's? Am I not part of the VIP's?!” shouted a woman. "For your information, I'm a regular and loyal customer here! " We all looked at the entrance of the boutique. "Let me in!" The woman struggled to enter even though the guards were blocking it. When it passed the guards, it looked at them evilly. She was even slightly surprised to recognize who the woman was. None other than Tanny the whore.

I bent down slowly, keeping my eyes on her. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, picking up the file. “Because I’m tired of pretending Nico’s perfect. He left us. Left me.” Her voice cracked, just slightly. “And now he gets to walk around with a clean slate? A happy girlfriend? Nah.” My fingers tightened around the paper. “Missy’s brother. the guy he shot?” She nodded once. “He wore the same jacket as the real target. Nico panicked. Pulled the trigger. Didn’t confirm the identity.”

a round blonde lady with red rimmed glasses on says as she walks into what I’m just now noticing is the privet cabin on a jet. “Impressive” I groan as I allow the Asian drink of water to lay me down. “If I’d’a know this was what nurses looked like I would have gotten shot sooner” the guy full out laughs with a shake of his head. “Behave Demi” comes a familiar voice I’d secretly been missing. “YS Jailbird, meet the lady boss, Dona meet one of your hackers” I pout in disappointment but quickly forget it when Vics standing close enough I can reach towards him.

There was something intoxicating about her innocence, the way she walked with that stubborn pride. But what really hooked me was the rumor. A virgin. I’d never had one before. And the thought of being her first made my blood boil with anticipation. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about conquest. So I made a plan, a perfect plan. I wasn’t going to do it alone. I needed someone who hated her just as much as I wanted her. And who is better than Miranda? When I found out Miranda thought Abigail was here to steal her man, it was easy to convince her. We met before the party, and I told her what to do. Slip something into the drink.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the story for most people and it made me sad thinking about how many people died waiting for an organ. Alice was taking a while to open the door and I was about to ring the doorbell again when the door was thrown open. An unfamiliar face stared back at me. “Who are you?” I asked. “I should be asking the questions,” she replied. “Who are you and how did you get through security?” She was staring at me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable and I didn’t like it. “I live here,” I answered simply. “There’s no way I won’t know if you lived here, Adriano would have told me,” she said.

Everything about this conversation set my heart ablaze. The fact that someone else might have figured out my thing with Mr. Joe had my heart racing in fear all day. Mum called, demanding that we have lunch, so I didn't go home with April or her Dad. We met up at a small eatery and she ordered snacks for me. She wasn't really eating so I figured we weren't exactly here to eat. Still, I was famished so I finished my snacks before asking. “Why are we here, Mum?” She looked over my shoulder and beamed. I followed her gaze and it landed on a slender lady, dressed exquisitely in a black suit, holding a little black suitcase. A lawyer.