Feigning Innocence Novels & Stories

But her being young was the sole reason why she felt like that; why she started adorning a man who first insulted her and then started treating her well. She was too innocent for that world. She had a habit of seeing the good in everyone. It was not her fault. But Irene could never even doubt Hazel’s eyes; her sense of knowing personas, because Hazel could tell the difference between good and bad in a few hours, then she had spent more than half a month with that man. What if he was really good? But Irene clenched her jaw when she looked at her friend crying like that. However he was, he made her friend cry.

"Four male models waiting with me for an audition - check security footage! We left when..." "What? A coincidence?! Is that your confession?!" He spat the word like rotten meat. A nod to Johnny. "Burn the truth out of her." Hands seized me - hot, sweating hands that remembered kneading dough, not binding wrists. I thrashed with precisely measured weakness, letting the gag slip askew to show bitten lips. "Please! I'm innocent!" The lie dripped honey-sweet. They hoisted me toward the incinerator's glowing throat. Heat blistered my thighs. I screamed - not for effect, but genuine shock - as Al halted them.

I leaped down to the dirt floor to avoid being impaled by the spikes. As the iron net descended, enveloping me from above, I realized there was no way out. I glanced upward, but Valen's face was no longer clear. "The first trial commences now. Prove your innocence, human," Feathers declared, a sly smile curling his lips. He knew my blood was far from innocent. "Prove yourself or die." I furrowed my brow at him. "Release the creature!" I turned my gaze to the left, where a massive iron gate loomed, its surface trembling as it began to swing open. Facing it head-on, I grasped my bow, swiftly fixing an arrow in place.

The emotions within her had risen from fear to rage, then to fear again, then to despair. “I won’t accept this!” She cried, her voice laced with a mix of urgency and desperation. “I am innocent! My name is Ivory Hollis. I graduated top of my class in SNU, I’ve never tried forgery in my life!” “Quiet!” A police officer roared, “We are trying to do some paperwork here.” “Is that all you do? Paperwork and arresting the wrong people? I am innocent!” “I am innocent!” Ivory repeated the statement like a mantra, clinging onto it like they could save her, just like she had repeated ‘Damian loves me, he loves working’ to herself for four years only for it to turn out a lie.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

She was with them from the beginning. There was that word again––trust. It was funny how the world worked. The woman he loved stabbed him in the back while his mortal enemy, gifted him with her father’s heart as a sign of her loyalty. Aluxious expelled a breath through his clenched teeth. Was this fate? He never believed in fate before. “So it is Freya, huh?” Daryn asked in a terse voice. Aluxious didn’t respond. His gaze was glued to the clear sky.

Sophia said. Her voice was filled with sympathy as she reached for my hand, but I quickly pulled away. I recognized the fake sadness on her face, and in that instant, it finally dawned on me, she had planned all of this to trap me. "No, please! I didn't do it. I’ve never steal from anyone because of money! You have to believe me!" I no longer cared how desperate or pathetic I sounded. The only thing that mattered was making them believe me. I didn't do this. I just had to prove it. Yes... I had to prove my innocence.

he chose with a smirk. What was I going to dare him? I thought about it for a while. "I dare you to call me my real name."I said quite proud of myself. He was calling me with every month of the year pretending as if he did not know my real name. I knew he was mocking me by avoiding to call me my real name. "Oh man, she got you bad." Felix laughed. " I guess you have got her name wrong like a zillion times to dare you with that."Felix added. I mentally scoffed. He had no idea.

Faking innocence, I blinked up at him, pretending to be confused, and shrugged, as if I had no idea what was going on. “What the hell?!” he exclaimed again, and despite the fury in his voice, I remained strangely calm, refusing to let anything he ever said get to me ever again! “Oh,” I said as if realization just dawned on me, and I slowly got to my feet. “When you asked me to go through your dirty laundry, you didn’t mean for me to wash it?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, and gave him my best bewildered look. “I’m so sorry! I’m just so dumb, I apparently misunderstood!”

Almost innocent but almost cruel. Then turned around. Her back was visible to him now, spine straight, fingers brushing the clasp with maddening slowness. She wasn't really undressing. Her innocence was no longer silent. It unapologetically reached for him... curious, burning, brave. Daniel's breath flared behind her. He squeezed her ass hard, making her gasp. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪