Born Innocent Book Novels & Stories

Having just found herself being deceived by her true love and lost faith in the whole world, it’s difficult for her to feel bound by shame or any other kinds of moral standards. “Have a good trip,” She spoke softly to the cute little boy, and then printed a deep, gentle kiss on his forehead. The little boy Eric symbolized all her happiness, all her sweet simple dreams in that narrow, smelly but warm and cozy hotel. Now her dream woke up and everything was gone. From now on, she won’t be that kind, simple, innocent Amelia anymore.

But my mournful ululation wasn't because of the insincerity of his words but because I was trying to find even a trace of truthfulness in his voice. I wanted to drown in the comfort of his hold, I wanted to place my lips on his to show that I appreciated his comforting words, I wanted to close my eyes and let my heart call out to him because it believed in the words he said. But I couldn't, because once upon a time, the man before me broke my very being, and now I can't trust him. Just as I can't trust anyone, not even the air I breathe. ~END OF FLASHBACK~

Before long, Amelia felt contractions, and the pain was so intense that she couldn't help but cry out: "I'm going to give birth, please help me, help me." Her fellow inmates were woken up by the noise. They didn't like Amelia, but the child in her belly was innocent. An inmate with childbirth experience saw that Amelia's pants were soaked with amniotic fluid and said, "It's really time to give birth, notify the guards quickly." A group of inmates knocked on the door to call the guards, and soon Amelia was taken away. No matter how great the crime, in the eyes of the law, a newborn is innocent and has the right to come into this world.

“And don’t give me any of that saintly crap about murder. You weren’t above taking out a couple of our hitmen when it suited you.” I swallowed hard, my teeth grinding together. “I did what I had to do. And they weren’t exactly innocent, were they?” “Lesson number two, Freckles; No one’s innocent. Not in this world,” he said, “Take your little hero moment with Faith Porter. She might not have been directly involved in the money laundering her boss did for the Westies, but she sure as hell knew what she was getting into. The same guy had a wife and a kid at home, and she didn’t seem to mind playing the homewrecker. And had the balls to get her boyfriend bailed out of jail. Doesn’t sound like a

Nina bounced with excitement next to me, and I raised my open hand to my face to shield myself from the oatmeal shower. "Very," I said ironically, and Nina forced a smile. "Can’t you call your father and tell him you don’t want to marry the mafia guy?" Felicia asked innocently. "In the Bible, they talk about free will and our right to choose the path we take in our lives." I rested my elbows on the cold metal table and took a deep breath before letting my chin drop into my palm. "I was eleven when my father gave me to that man. Do you really think he cares about this free will story?" I rolled my eyes, annoyed. There was no other choice for me but to accept my fate—at least that’s what I bel

He’s here too, patiently waiting for me. “Boss,” he says as I start to bounce down the stairs. “Frankie,” I say. “Go to the cashier’s window and post bail for Leah Thomas. One hundred grand cash.” Frankie whistles softly. “Jesus. What the fuck did she do?” “In this case, I think she’s actually innocent.” “She is,” Madeleine says, her voice muffled. “It was clearly self-defence.” “Yeah, I’m not so sure,” I say. “She has a bit of a rap sheet that one.”

I couldn't blame myself for Brian's death. But as I walked back to the car, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that lingered inside me. I sat in the courtroom, my heart racing with anxiety. Victor, the man who had kidnapped me and caused so much pain and suffering, was finally going to be tried in court. The prosecutor, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, stood up and addressed the judge. "Your Honor, the prosecution calls Sophia Pronto to the stand." I took a deep breath and stood up, smoothing out my dress and making my way to the witness stand.

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

“I was going to show you but now she wears long skirts and dresses.” “Do you think she is being abused?” asked the boy with reading glasses. “After all her father did die and her brother is nothing but a sex offender with money and fancy lawyers to cover all his shit.” “I really don’t know Ken” replied the boy next to him opening his textbook. Tears started dropping down from Miho’s cheeks onto the piece of paper she was drawing on. “Is she crying?” asked Janette moving her head forward to catch a clear look at Miho’s face.

Clenching my fists, I fired back, "What evidence do you have to say that it's my mother who's trying to file a fraudulent claim?" Snorting, Gigi replied, "So what if we don't have any evidence of that? We're not here to prove your mother's guilt today." Frowning, the judge warned us to maintain order in court. When it was time to read the verdict, I felt as though my heart was being squeezed. Alas, Gigi was declared innocent due to insufficient evidence.