Appetite For Innocence Novels & Stories

I did not have much to do, so I decided I would take a walk in the garden. I got to the gazebo and saw the girl we picked up last night. She stood up immediately with her head bowed and greeted me. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, and she looked up at me, and I was shocked. She had cleaned up nicely, and she had no make-up on. She was beautiful. She had curly red hair, emerald eyes, and full pink lips. Her skin looked soft and delicate. She had the legendary beauty of women from Dome. I could see why her pimp did not want to let her go. I felt the earth shift beneath me, and I knew I was losing myself in her green eyes. I had to remind myself that she was a prostitute to snap out of t

The first thing I noticed her innocence. These auctions were for prostitutes and low-life's who had been picked off the streets. This girl was so goddamn different. When they said she was a virgin, and so fucking young I don't know why the fuck my interest peaked. And I had spent a million of the mafia's..my mafia's money on her. I hope she was fucking worth it. She was taking too fucking long. “I hate waiting for people to miss Johnson!” I said to her as we left her room.

I look at the list and it is only flour, confectionary sugar, chocolate chips, buttermilk, baking powder. It looks strange that Gideon is inside this place. He looks out of place even if he is wearing "casual" clothes in his definition. We pass through all the aisle and I grab so many things that is not in the list like nutella never tries it before, peanut butter, sanitary pad might as well buy it since I am here already and to my embarassment Gideon picked up the pads and see what kind did I take. This man has no shyness in his body.

He asked, still unsure about her behaviour, while caressing her lips. She shuddered. "I don’t know why you ask me the same question... And what does it mean to be innocent...?" She tilted her head like an innocent child, giving him no room to doubt further. He took a step back, handling her scarf while wrapping it around her neck. He saw the marks of passion or a cruel act he didn’t know about. Maybe last night he did. She was saying the truth. "Wear some other full-sleeve and full-neck dresses."

It was as if she was living the dream. She got up and rushed to her kitchen. Seeing the man bustling around the kitchen she turned gloomy for a while but soon smiled as she leaned on the door frame. She looked at the man wearing a girly pink apron over his spotless white shirt. His sleeves were rolled over. His fine muscles were visible with every move he made. This made her blush as her cheeks turned in a shade of pink. She retreated her gaze and walked in.

Close enough now that he could hear the uneven rhythm of her breathing. This wasn’t innocence. This was calculation wrapped in softness. “You’re curious,” she said quietly. His composure cracked—not outwardly, but internally. It showed in the way his shoulders stiffened. “This is inappropriate,” he said. “And yet you’re still here.” Her voice dropped to nearly a whisper. The hallway felt smaller. The rules felt thinner. She didn’t touch him at first. She simply stood close enough that retreat would feel obvious. Close enough that restraint required effort.

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.

He chuckled before his hand traveled to his lips grazing his lower lip with the tips of his fingers remembering the feel of her softness against his. If only she knew the amount of distress and restlessness had subsided in him the moment he held her in his arms, she would be terrified. He had no idea what was happening to him, he was used to getting what he wanted always, especially the women. But this one time even after getting her, having his fill and letting him put an end to the game he started yet he wasn't satisfied. He was greedy, he had accepted it. He wanted more, he wanted her for more than he imagined, no idea when the fever of her touch would heal but he just knew he needed his

That's why he chose Viren for her. After finishing all the formalities, Viren was going to sit in the car when Pia stopped her and said,"I'm hungry." Viren looked at her for a few seconds, spending time with her. He had realized she was a little weird and unpredictable. Viren was watching her with open mouth, she was eating her food without any stress. It felt like she ordered everything from the restaurant. Feeling someone gazing at her, she raised her head and said with a pout,"Why are you staring at me like that? If you want, you can order but don't stare at my food. I have not eaten anything since last night, and I am very tired because of last night and need energy." She stopped when sh

The hunger. Is it love? God, if it is—then love’s just another kind of sickness. Welcome to the fucked-up elite. I’m a bastard. A thief. A liar. And if we set aside the minor detail that I kidnapped her, it still feels like I’m toying with something I have no business touching. She’s fragile. Too soft for this world I’ve dragged her into. And the worst part? I like it. There’s something beautiful about watching innocence unravel by your own hands.