Appetite For Innocence Novels & Stories

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.

THE DEVIL’S TEMPTRESS BOOK 1 Intro; Lina Whitmore is a girl who’s spent most of her life being looked at like something men are entitled to want. She knows what desire feels like, sounds like and should look like.. She knows what hunger feels like, She knows how easy it is for men to touch when they think they’re allowed to, she knows how greedy they get when they get the chance to make their move and she’s been at the center of it all.

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.

"He hasn't changed those clothes once. Every food tray we sent in came back exactly the same way it went. I think he had water. Maybe." I stared at the closed door. Three days. The same clothes. Not eating. Not sleeping properly. Not letting a single person through except the one person whose job was to confirm I was still alive. "Nova." "Hmm." She was already sorting my food out. "I think Ivin might actually like me." She stopped what she was doing. Looked at me with the patient expression of a teacher watching a student finally solve a problem she had written the answer key to weeks ago. "My love," she said simply, and handed me the fork.

Innocence has no place here. I never expected my torturous cry to be answered that soft rainy day nor did I thank the one who delivered me from my madness. I had no right. I freely traded one gift for another: my eternal soul for eternal hunger. A fair exchange in the eyes of the Gods to be sure. I only saw Her for once brief second, green eyes iced over with hate and loathing for all of those who had caused Her beloved Adam to stray. I lived a lifetime in that second, I swear, and when I felt Her sympathy for my pain I latched on tight, answering Her question even as I felt my soul escape my eyes, shattering the window of innocence. The world spun around me, cloaking me in a fog of righteou