Falling For Innocence Novels & Stories

My voice was barely able to form her name. But she looked at me with so much trust, so much surrender, that my chest tightened painfully. I shouldn't have continued, I knew that but I continued. Slowly and carefully, I went in. Her fingers dug into my back, her breath hitching in pain. When the final barrier broke, a thin line of blood stained the sheet beneath us. It was messed up. It was then that it dawned on me that I've taken her innocence away. The one I rejected. This was complete irony.

The answer was a bright no. As soon as he saw her, he told that she was quite simple. The most innocent girl he has even seen, though he believed his second prediction could be wrong. Who says that innocence is written on the face? And when he had learned so much about her, he had also understood that she was as delicate as a flower. So delicate and beautiful that he could not live without touching her. He wanted to touch her, twist her, kiss her, get lost in her fragrance and most importantly, he wanted to taint her. Taint that innocence which looked so real. He sighed, leaning back and letting his back touch the headboard of the soft couch, meanwhile, his hungry gaze never left her body, r

I decided I would go persuade him a little. I couldn't wait any longer. The book was not distracting me at all. I got up, put on a short white robe and headed to the kitchen. His office door was still open. He looked up at me. I smiled and walked towards the cookies that Henry had left on the counter. I grabbed two and accidentally dropped one. I looked back to make sure he was the only one watching and then bent down showing him my whole ass as I did. I looked back and winked at him. I could see the carnal need in his eyes. It worked. "Hey Fellas, I am getting tired. We have to go early to the city so I think I am going call it a night." They weren't phased by seeing me as they walked out.

I shouldn't prolong this, he should have been dead minutes ago. ''No, I'm sorry, okay?'' I smiled. ''I'll make this quick.'' He started to shake his head furiously with a pleading gaze and I sighed. ''I'm being nice, George.'' I pat his head. ''You raped Senator Ashton's daughter and countless other girls. You managed to escape prison, but you can't run forever. He wants you to suffer a slow torturous death, this is me being nice..don't test me.'' Blood continued gushing out from the hole in his side and he bowed his head with a resigned look on his face as he shivered all over.

I'm a catholic, born and raised, that's what my Nana taught me. The church today was empty, the morning sunlight was filtering through the stained-glass windows in the church, making Jesus look like he was wearing a crown of fire. The incense was giving me a headache and the kneeler was destroying my knees and yet, here I was, Katherine Bishop, turning 24 years old today, a detective asking God for forgiveness. But I was so damn proud of myself. The moment I stood up from the kneeler and stepped outside the confession booth my phone rang and I frowned.

I tried to release his hands from my legs but he wasn't letting go of my legs. "Until you accept my apologies, I'm not going to let go of your legs. If not then I will be sitting like this all night holding your feet. Now tell me what's your decision?" "What kind of coercion is this? Let go of my legs." "No, I'm not going to do that. I will die under this burden if you do not forgive me. We do mistakes in life. Some are forgivable and some are not. I don't know if my deeds are forgivable or not. I only know that you have a kind heart and I believe that you will forgive me. Please I beg you, Naina. Please forgive me." He was crying like a five years child.

"Fair." When we arrived back at my place, I wasn't ready to be alone. "Movie night?" I suggested, knowing my friends would understand it was more about distraction than entertainment. Tamara already had N*****x pulled up on her phone, scrolling through options. "Horror or comedy?" "Comedy," I said quickly. The last thing I needed was something that would make me overthink more. As we settled in, popcorn between us and a ridiculous rom-com playing, I finally let myself breathe. Sophie's face kept flickering in my mind—her innocence, her joy, her complete lack of understanding about the complicated history between her father and me.

The word 'murder' settling in the atmosphere had me gasping for air the more I tried to call his name and rebut the accusation being thrown every which way. There was no way Nicky would have the audacity to kill an innocent person what more a cop. He was the type to implement rage upon those who did harm. But as the door shut in my face and they took him away I was left questioning all that I knew as the sky darkened opening up to allow the dense droplets to fall.

She hurriedly removed her chain and put it around the child's neck and after kissing her child one last time she gave the child to Mohan. "Run and don't turn back." Mohan ran from there to save the innocent life in his arms. After sending her baby she turned towards the door and wiping her tears she stood straight to face those monsters. Few minutes later Mohan heard a gunshot. He flinched but seeing an innocent life in his arms he again started running to save the baby. When he was near to cross the Mansion's gate he heard a thundering voice from behind. "STOP RIGHT THERE!" Mohan froze on his feet. Gathering all his courage he turned and saw that one of the killers was shouting on one of th