Appetite For Innocence Novels & Stories

"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.

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 34 . Ruth finished taking her bath as she walked to the dining to meet Elena who was waiting at the dining.(this story is written by Naomi Innocent) Her mom sat down and smiled at her as she smiled too. "Let's eat" Elena said as she opened the dishes. "Wow! It looks... " Ruth stopped and stared at the cup cakes that doesn't look like cupcakes at all.

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

Riveting his gaze on her, Blackthorne curled his fingers into fist in aching need. He was not accustomed to not getting what he wanted when women were concerned. Women of all ages and class hurled theirselves at him all the time. Whenever he needed one, women were always available, in a colossal amount that could surpass the king's harem, until he finally got jaded, and only a few women could whet his appetite. The dark-haired beauty intrigued him. She possessed such sensual innocence that made him burn with desire. At first, she gave an impression of purity. When she refused his advances, it was as though the reason was morality. Even now when he knew the truth that she wasn't untouched, th

I was turning into a horny little Slut. "Say it, say you are mine," he said gruffly. He is too intense, I thought to myself. I won't say it, I decided. He opened his mouth to say something again but stopped as we were interrupted. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here." We both turned our heads. Dawn was standing right there, looking at us. She had a mocking smile painted on her lips. "I see Marina had found her next victim. Three dead guys aren't enough?"

~Micca Pov~ I sat in a private room and in front of me lay exquisite food but I had no appetite. I lowered my head and kept tapping on my phone as I tried avoiding talking to the man whose eyes were fixed on me like I was the only thing in his world but I knew better than to fall for it—Mark is despicable!

He then gave a pathetic fake cough and smiled sarcastically. "I don't know why the little sugar's with him." Frank chimed in with a pat on Byron's back as if they were old friends. They probably were considering they both hated Seth with every fibre of their beings. The prison officer rubbed his salt and pepper beard thoughtfully. "I agree. I mean, she's so innocent and you're so... not," he said to Seth, clearly trying to get on his nerves. Frank let out a sharp laugh, his rotting teeth visible through his grin and his eyes reflecting disturbing and vile thoughts. He was as ugly inside as he was outside. "Maybe not so innocent under all those clothes. Maybe Daisy just needs a real man t- "

Though Aubrey planned to make a fool out of Tyler, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when everything Tyler ordered, was her favorite dishes. They were talking and laughing as they were eating. The whole time, Aubrey felt disgusted at Tyler's smiling face that she struggles to swallow the food in her mouth. Tyler acted the way he was years ago when he was still wooing Aubrey. He was kind, gentle, and caring. One wouldn't feel uncomfortable around him, instead, they would want to get closer to him. He was the kind of man Aubrey can lean on and put her trust. But now, no matter how good Tyler treats her, she'd feel nauseous whenever she remembers his face when he was torturing her.

I read “’it smells delicious’ she murmured and advanced on me. A glint in the moonlight caught my eye as she produced a knife from her dress pocket and held it out towards me ‘let me have a taste.’” I glanced down at the kid to see he was thoroughly enjoying his morbid bedtime story. He crunched away on his beans as he waited impatiently for me continue. “’No, Jocelyn’” I drawled “’stop this….’ wait, do you smell that?” Inoxia lifted his head from my side and sniffed the air. I placed the book down and breathed deeply, instantly choking on the chemical laced smoke billowing from the roof. The black plumes smothered the room and bellowed up to every crevice they could find. Inoxia’s splutteri

Miho stared at the fired chips on the table before her. “They’ve got no poison” said the strange man while moving his chair backwards and forward. “Do you want me to eat first?” Miho didn’t say a word as she kept her eyes on the strange man. The strange man picked one of the chips and ate it. “You see?” he asked. Miho slowly started eating. “Nice right?” asked the strange man staring at the young woman before him who had her eyes close when biting on the chips.