Appetite For Innocence Novels & Stories

” “Oh!so all that happened because you weren’t ready?Polly told me everything.Now please take it easy its alright.See I have an appointment overnight and dad has an important heart surgery scheduled.Have your dinner and take care of yourself.I will ask Polly to bring your dinner here before she leaves.” GOSH!!!All alone with a criminal! Or rather two criminals left alone .She felt nervous anticipating the events likely to follow.Vivian was” a cat who had tasted blood and then starved for 4 days .”to quote Aunt Sofiya.Now her was not going to be pacified with only milk like he did earlier ,he had become carnivorous in aunt Sofiya’s words.She felt like a prey left alone with a Tiger.

Untouched by politics, expectations, betrayal. For a moment— I envied them. Their innocence. Their freedom from history. I closed my eyes. For the first time in months, there were no urgent calls. No board meetings. No strategies to calculate. Just wind against my skin. And silence. But even in silence— The past never truly leaves. For a brief second, I felt jealous of their innocence. But I quickly pushed the thought away and simply watched them. **

I stopped touching my lips after that. Or at least I tried to. The truth was, during those two weeks, I learned more than I had in years inside the convent. Not from books or from prayers...from people. I learned how desire changes someone’s eyes. How guilt makes people defensive and how attraction makes people reckless. And most importantly, I learned that innocence was the easiest thing to manipulate because innocent people always believed others would play fair too. I was done being innocent. That version of me had already died the moment Adrian kissed me inside that library.

The thought of not seeing her for a few days had compelled him to do this. He zoomed in only to be thrown off by her natural beauty. She looked ethereal- too beautiful for this ugly world. He leaned in unconsciously for a closer look, drawn by her beauty. His hand reached out on its own, tracing her features with longing. A few strands had fallen across her face. He ached... yearned to reach through the screen and brush them away, to feel her warmth against his fingertips. She was too innocent for sinful thoughts. Too pure for dark intents. But not for him. His demons saw her as an irresistible seductress. Her innocence fed his ravenous urges, her purity relentlessly tempting him to commit a

The answer was a bright no. As soon as he saw her, he told that she was quite simple. The most innocent girl he has even seen, though he believed his second prediction could be wrong. Who says that innocence is written on the face? And when he had learned so much about her, he had also understood that she was as delicate as a flower. So delicate and beautiful that he could not live without touching her. He wanted to touch her, twist her, kiss her, get lost in her fragrance and most importantly, he wanted to taint her. Taint that innocence which looked so real. He sighed, leaning back and letting his back touch the headboard of the soft couch, meanwhile, his hungry gaze never left her body, r

He leered at her and laughed when she stumbled backwards almost tripping over the Hem of her gown. "Why?" She cried in despair. "Why? For several reasons, but the one I like them best is for the sport, I love to be the first to rape a virgin it feels so good." "No" she cried wildly. She was terrified and angry and she wanted to lash out, to hurt her tormentor. she stumbled over toward her rapist and tripped, she fell into his arms when she shoved away from him she had his pistol. she took aim, look the man in his eye and shot him in the chest. Before he hit the floor she spit on him and shot him between the eyes, she stepped over his body and broke out the windows. She looked around her, saw

Roselle's Pov: I walk over to Jace's desk and sit down doing my assignments missing the girls, I look at the breakfast left there I poke at it sighing taking a bite of the sweet deliciousness of chocolate chip pancakes which I knew would become my favorite food, I swallowed it in thought wondering who was Jace really, my dad seemed so afraid he could have just sold the house and found another job easy with the qualifications he had up his sleeve but something was holding him back but what was it? Something didn't sit right in my stomach, I put my fork down and go into the internet browser, as I searched up the company 'Levett incorporated multi-billion dollar company no shit look where I'm s

Let it be the way it is, I think all other ways he’s gonna try will be worse. Come on, I also read Mafia novels and I have seen how girls don’t fear the boss and then they come to know about them and then all the things that happen to them. Well, I never thought this is gonna happen to me in reality, but if it has happened, I should at least not make the same mistakes as those characters. I sat straight and looked at the time. It was 7 AM. Exact 7. I yawned again. Why am I so sleepy? This news should be making me an insomniac person!

To help with the shoes. I left the restaurant feeling like a sick psycho, one night I was having sex with a hitman, and the second I was crushing over an innocent girl, she’s way too innocent for someone like me, my darkness would crush her innocence, she can’t survive in my world, it would be the end of her innocence. Sometimes flowers could just be seen and smelled, picking them off the ground would kill them, that’s how things would end if I tried to do something to that girl, I’d kill her innocence, she’s not mine, I just had to leave her be.