Appetite For Innocence Novels & Stories

Seeing Amelia walk out, she raised the plate which had a cupcake on it and kindly offered it to her, “You want this?” Her wet hair was a mess. Her clothes didn’t match the set. There was shining grease on her skinny fingers and the plate she used to hold the cupcake was dirty with some unknown food scraps. But her roughness somehow made Amelia feel relieved—She was never allowed to live a cluttered life like this. There were always rules for her made by the pack or Ian. No matter what happens, she must be clean and must be in order. “Thanks, but I am not hungry.” She replied sheepishly and then looked around with curiosity.

“Every inch of this fragile body… mine to punish, mine to devour.” When he ripped the dress from her trembling frame, she gasped, clutching at herself, but he slapped her hands away. “No hiding. Not from me.” Her vanilla-toned skin gleamed under the low light, scattered with delicate moles that only deepened her fragile beauty. Aariz’s hunger snapped—he captured one rosy blossom in his mouth, biting, sucking, tasting her innocence. She cried out, clutching at his hair, torn between fear and the burning ache spiraling low in her stomach.

She never did with Nico. Inside, Nico was seated at his desk, papers scattered in disarray, a half-drained glass of whiskey at his side. His head was bent, dark hair falling into his face as he scribbled notes, but his eyes flicked up the moment she entered. “Noelle.” His tone was clipped. “It’s late.” “So is your obsession with working,” she countered, sliding the door shut behind her. She crossed the room, the firelight catching the sharp lines of her features, making her look every bit the mafia heiress she was born to be.

Almost innocent but almost cruel. Then turned around. Her back was visible to him now, spine straight, fingers brushing the clasp with maddening slowness. She wasn't really undressing. Her innocence was no longer silent. It unapologetically reached for him... curious, burning, brave. Daniel's breath flared behind her. He squeezed her ass hard, making her gasp. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪

“Why are you changing your mind about her, though? From what I’ve heard, she’s admired and respected by everyone. Why throw away something so many men would dream of having?” His next words catch me completely off guard. “Exactly. Why don’t you ask yourself that question first?” he says, his tone enigmatic. “What do you mean?” I ask, puzzled. “When I looked at those other girls—those who tried to get my attention—I saw nothing but lust in their eyes. They undressed me with their stares, and it disgusted me. But you... You didn’t look at me like that. Your gaze was free of expectation, and for some reason, it intrigued me,” he says, his voice quiet yet firm.

I mean, without Mum reminding me how sinful and toxic he was for me. “Oh, there you are,” April waved at me. “I was beginning to think you dozed off or something.” “Sorry,” I mumbled, slipping into my seat which was right next to hers. I couldn't look up, because that would mean meeting his gaze. So I just kept my head down and slowly began shoving the food into my mouth. It was a bit comforting that he didn't try striking up a conversation with me either. The only uncomfortable thing I had to deal with was his gaze, staying on me more often than normal. And his very intoxicating cologne, dear God.

The crowd of people turned and leave. Steve looked down at the girl in her arms and depart her from the hug. He was shocked to see her fainted. His gaze fell on her face for few minutes which is very foul and stained with mud and food, still looking pretty and innocent. He noticed she is looking fearful from the face. Perhaps the recent incident impacted. Once again, the innocent beauty drowned him. Steve withdraws his gaze from her face and back to his senses. He the next moment picked her in his arms, without thinking about anything placed her in his car’s back seat, and drove off towards his mansion which was just five minutes away from the park.

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

Her small, instinctive gestures only made her more intoxicating and nearly impossible to resist. For a heartbeat, I faltered, captivated by the sight of her innocence warring with her desire. Her chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, each breath a delicious mixture of nerves and quiet defiance. Too innocent, too tempting, she shouldn’t be this enticing, and yet every instinct screamed that she was mine to claim. Maybe bathing with her was a dangerously bad idea.