Appetite For Innocence Novels & Stories

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.

She sat calmly at her table, her posture relaxed, her shoulders squared and her expression composed in a way that suggested she wasn’t even looking at the numbers—though she was acutely aware of them. It didn’t bother her though, If anything, the slow burn amused her. She smiled faintly and adjusted the angle of the camera, resting her chin lightly against her knuckles. The glow from the ring light reflected in her eyes, giving her a deceptively warm appearance. They’ll come, she thought. Ants were always attracted to sugar. It didn’t matter how far they were. It didn’t matter how deeply buried they’d been in their own echo chambers, repeating the same recycled lies to each other. The scent

Her pussy clenched in anticipation, a sudden, wet ache blooming between her thighs. Leaf hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, the elastic snapping against her skin before they pooled around her ankles. He kicked them aside with a careless motion. The vulnerability of being bare from the waist down, bent over in her own kitchen, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit. She was dripping, the slickness coating her inner thighs, betraying her arousal.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

This settling, calm, beautiful and Unspoken aura. She was... looking completely innocent from head to toe. He's met a lot of innocent looking women, and at the end he had seen the other side of them. They appear all innocent and Sacred at first, but deep inside there's a hunger, there's a craziness, there's So much lust, there's bit*hiness. But, this particular one... It didn't matter to him. There's always a way to tap out what's really within them, and see them all for who they truly are. He wasn't just a Playboy for fun, was he?

It’s glowing light gently caresses her face , her moonlight kissed skin captures my sight – captures my heart as well. How did she penetrate my heart? How did she make me feel again? How did she make me believe in love? These thoughts rush into my head , as I continue to watch her resting form. I do not know what it is about her that drives me crazy. Was it her beauty? Was it her hour glass figure? Or was it perhaps her innocence? The way she sees the world through her own innocent lens sometimes leave me flabbergasted. She is so blinded by her innocence that she does not see how these hungry vultures , men , stare at her beauty and her body with lust and desire. My blood boils when I think

It’s glowing light gently caresses her face , her moonlight kissed skin captures my sight – captures my heart as well. How did she penetrate my heart? How did she make me feel again? How did she make me believe in love? These thoughts rush into my head , as I continue to watch her resting form. I do not know what it is about her that drives me crazy. Was it her beauty? Was it her hour glass figure? Or was it perhaps her innocence? The way she sees the world in her through her own innocent lens sometimes leave me flabbergasted. She is so blinded by her innocence that she does not see how these hungry vultures , men , stare at her beauty and her body with lust and desire. My blood boils when I

Liza felt scrutinised as Gina circled her rising her arms watching her Gina said ' what a tint petite thing, you look innocent , are you up for this , we make fantasies of all types including the depraved come true" Liza stood there, her gaze piercing into Gina's soul, her determination radiating from her every pore. She held her head high, for she knew that this was the very essence of survival. It was the difference between her little boy having a safe haven and a warm meal, or facing the harsh realities of a merciless world. Gina, taken aback by the sheer tenacity in the young woman's eyes, was momentarily stunned.