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."

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.

••• 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.

My name is Aubrey James, I grew up in a place where I never wanted to be. A place that I can never call a home, where I only exist as everyone's chess piece and a bargaining chip. A place where I was never seen as a human but a tool, a tool they can use for their profit and I'm nothing but a living doll.

" I didn't tell him that I have heard this name from Sehreyar's grandma. If I say his name then bhaiya will definitely understand what's happening in my life. That's why I have to lie. Hearing me, he lost the full colour of his face and I saw some emotions in his eyes. He is looking guilty and hurt. His eyes are holding too much pain. He replied almost crying," Meher, I am not a good person. I have done many injustices in my whole life. I have destroyed an innocent person's life. I am a sinner." " What are you saying bhaiya? Please, tell me everything clearly. What have you done? I asked him worriedly.

"I got him ladies!" Lia giggles as she watched Ace and Sebastian's retreating bodies. "Take good care of him!" Lia says with a smile. Ace looked at her before sighing an accepting fate. I guess he was really going to have a sleepover with a guy. - " You got everything? Your inhaler , your phone, your toothbrush, your kit?" Gina says she looks at her daughter with worried eyes. It was going to be her first sleepover and Gina couldn't help the nerves.

I bluntly said Sorry that I'm stubborn but when it comes to being practically auctioned off like a cow to be married, I've forgiven her multiple times but just this time this takes the cake she got dad and me into this position If she just hadn't gotten a gambling and drug addiction we wouldn't be here. He continues to ride all the way to a Harley Davidson shop, when we walk in there is clothing as far as the eye can see motorcycles you name it we walk down the aisles. "So what are we looking for?" I said towards Jace

“Bloody.” My stomach twisted. I didn’t like this story, and I didn’t understand why he was telling it now, of all times. “The father wasn’t home. So the little boy ran around the neighborhood begging for help.” The silence that followed was suffocating. “That little boy learned 3 things that day. Do you want to know what they were?” It seemed like a rhetorical question. My answer didn’t matter… he was practically lost in his tale. “One… that safety doesn’t exist. People can be bought and sold. Two… good people get punished. And three…” He glanced at me, his eyes hard. “The system always protects the wrong people.”