Book Innocent Novels & Stories

" You've done it." " Back in my reckless days?" " Oh, ye." He smiled some more. "I'm about ready to settle down. "If you're past your days of being reckless, how do you justify capturing an innocent bystander and holding her captive, for nine days now?" "Anyone I know?" "You're holding her in your arms." "Are you an innocent bystander?" He was no longer smiling and he'd made his eyes serious. "What else?" "You're the most beautiful woman in all the world. An alluring siren, who could charm the secrets from any ma."

saying I plugged ear plugs and closed my eyes. I can never love anyone. Not even you Jenny.

I knew she didn't understand the world I operated in, but I hoped that one day she would see things from my perspective. “Do you kill innocent people too? Do you traffic humans, ladies too?” she asked. “Innocent…” I tasted the words on my tongue, stretching it. What is innocent? Who is innocent? Everyone was innocent at some point. I was until I turned ten. “Whoever crosses our paths aren't innocent anymore," I said, my voice even and detached as my gaze drifted into the distance. "As for trafficking humans... we have businesses, Rena. Various businesses. But human trafficking isn't one of those."

His heart skips a beat, a rush of emotions washing over him—confusion, warmth, and something else he can’t quite name. “Ah... good thing there’s a town ahead,” Arthur says, deliberately ignoring Madin’s declaration. It’s nearly dawn, and most of the town’s businesses are beginning to open. Madin says nothing in response. Arthur removes his outer robes, leaving himself in a simple shirt and trousers. They approach several open shops, asking around for a place to rest. Finally, they find a small inn tucked away from the main street. When they enter, a cheerful woman greets them. “Whoa... isn’t this just the definition of beauty and handsomeness? Welcome to Gracious Inn.”

In a dim room, a handsome man sat on the stool. His face was lightly visible as the light from the laptop fell on his face. He had an evil smirk plastered on his face as he swiftly typed on the keyboard. ‘You are sure to be famous. Someone is again trying to get your information… Don’t worry I am the dark and I am protecting you from the dark, Jessica, be brave and face your enemies well.’ …………… The doctors examined Jia once more. Her face was pale as she screamed painfully filling the room with her shrill voices. Slowly these voices faded and the machine showed no sign of life. She was dead.

So, although I was going to become the CEO in two months, he asked me to manage the PR department first—where I'd get more acquainted with the industry. I settled inside the car and read the report about her. I don't know why, but even with all the evidence presented, I believed her claim of innocence. Maybe it was because I had just witnessed her breakdown or… Those eyes—there was something about them that spoke of innocence.

••• Innocence can be captivating, innocence can be dangerous at times, but in the devil's very own tale, it can become dangerously captivating. •••

The one he’d given me with the "books." I picked it up. It was already on. I swiped through the screens. E-reader. Music. Browser. My fingers trembled as I opened the browser. I typed in G***l. It loaded. I almost cried with relief. He hadn't locked the internet. I logged into my account. My inbox was flooded. Spam. Newsletters. And then, one email that stood out. From: Dominic Henderson. Subject: SAFE. I clicked it, my heart in my throat.