Film Stolen Innocence Novels & Stories

The next morning, Jone would open his eyes to see Nile, who had mistakenly fallen asleep with their fingers hooked. The naive Jone would feel his cheeks burning up, and his heart would race uncontrollably. That was how he fell into the tumultuous trap. Falling for a Playboy young master. The blushing scene was a bit harder for Brewster to handle, but after one mistake, he was able to act it well, and the director gave him a pass, praising and handing him a bottle of water again. Jim felt like someone was about to snatch his cabbage from him... but he had no idea why he felt that way.

ALEX The night had been a blur of danger and temptation. Even now, as dawn leaked through the tall windows, pieces of it replayed in fragments—the dinner table’s tension, Dad’s warning, the Reed’s piercing gazes that seemed to follow me as I fled to my room. Sleep didn't come easily. I stayed up rolling on the sheets, and in fragmented clips: his firm butt ramming hard into the blonde as she cried out, till she spasmed and he slowly, with theatrical motion, slid himself out of her gapping softness. She spit out juices, alongside his enormous dick. Oh, his eyes locked to mine as he grabbed that heavy dick, now softer but still serpentine, and flicked a couple of times to remove leftover cum.

"Now that the evidence is right here, what do you have to say for yourself? Lowlifes like you truly disgust me!" I froze because I had no idea how that bracelet had ended up in my pocket. Under the light, the pattern on it was clear. It was Dian's gold bracelet. Jonathan looked down at me, his eyes full of malice. "People with sticky fingers have filthy minds, too. I heard from some girls in high school that you didn't just steal money. You stole underwear, too! How vile can you get?" He scoffed. "To think they called you a model student back then. Looks like you are just a negative model."

She didn't just move away; she recoiled like I was made of live wire. "Is it true?" she whispered. I finally pulled my phone out. It was a video. High definition. No Grain. It showed us in the restricted equipment shed. It showed the stolen paintings. But the person who edited it was a pro. They didn't show the part where I was trying to protect her. They showed us laughing. They made it look like a heist. A game. The caption underneath was a death sentence: Scholarship Sweetheart or Sophisticated Thief? The Bad Boy’s New Partner in Crime.

A kind of innocence which would make anyone fall for it and if not fall then to torment as per desire. His eyes wandered all over her face and finally stopped at her lips which were slightly parted. He noticed that small cut on her pink full lips and he already knew how she got it. His hand automatically made its way towards her mouth. He gently brushed his thumb against the corner of her lips. He was completely drunk that night but he could clearly remember how soft and luscious she had felt and tasted to him that night and that thing made him irrational because after feeling her sweetness, he had started despising just the thought of someone else feeling, touching or tasting her warmth, in

Instead of heading back to the empty house that never truly felt like home, she went to the mall. Alone. She bought a ticket for the next movie showing without even bothering to check what it was about. She just needed a distraction. She needed something—anything—that would stop her from replaying the scene she had witnessed in Leaf's office. But no matter how hard she tried, the image wouldn't leave her mind. Leaf. And that woman. Together. As if she didn't exist. As if their marriage meant nothing. Sahara sat in the dark theater, staring blankly at the screen. People around her laughed, gasped, and cried at the movie, but she couldn't focus on a single scene.

Madison Rostov-Cunningham Beautiful Distaster The silence that followed was nerve wrecking. Everyone was giving me sympathetic looks. A tear even fell from Niyler's eye that she quickly wipes away. I focus on the small sips I took from my tea cup which was the only noise in the room. I wish they would say something. Were they disappointed after I summarize to them all that happen? The only part that I left out was the part about being pregnant.

For the first time ever, I heard someone admit to something that Fynn had told me. We got through the picture process as fast as possible and she left with my old clothes, but not before telling me I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about it. I knew that if I told anyone they would never believe me in any case. I knew how I reacted when Fynn first started showing me the truth. I lay down on the small cot and couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I was the victim here, yet I was being treated like a criminal! I was woken by the lock of the cage and I rubbed my eyes to find my superior waiting for me.

He asked, still unsure about her behaviour, while caressing her lips. She shuddered. "I don’t know why you ask me the same question... And what does it mean to be innocent...?" She tilted her head like an innocent child, giving him no room to doubt further. He took a step back, handling her scarf while wrapping it around her neck. He saw the marks of passion or a cruel act he didn’t know about. Maybe last night he did. She was saying the truth. "Wear some other full-sleeve and full-neck dresses."

It didn’t matter that I was a victim and innocent, because at the end of the day, I was an Cavalieri. “Tell me something, Artemy,” I said hoarsely. “You said there is no innocence in that family. You hate them. But…” I paused and took a deep breath. “What would you have done if I was one of them? What if I tell you I’m an Cavalieri?” My question was met with silence. I quickly swiped my tears away and waited. And waited. And waited. Seconds passed by…and then minutes. I still waited as silence enveloped us.