Innocence: A Novels & Stories

Shane said the tone of her voice shows that she's having second thoughts on whether to tell Aubrey or not. "What is it, Shane? You can tell me..." "Tyler's been sentenced fifteen years in prison... they faked the evidence and everything, Aubrey... They made it seem like Tyler kidnapped you and the one who raped me..." She said between sobs. "I feel so sorry for him... He didn't do anything wrong. He was helping us and this is what happened." Shane added. Aubrey felt a lump in her throat. No matter how much she hates him, she couldn't help but feel guilty. No matter how hard she tries to shrug the feelings in her heart she can't deny the fact that Tyler is innocent and was falsely accused.

" She pinched her throat innocently. Neil was baffled with her response; he realized that, after hearing what she was saying, he felt really ashamed about his own behaviour now. How dumb he was to ignore her innocence. ‘I am really sorry; please don’t’ be angry with me," she very innocently said. He was bowled over by her words and continued to stare into her innocent doe eyes. ‘I…I don’t know…really…." ‘Shh...’ He pushed her slightly against the wall behind her. I am not angry at you. ‘Really?’ She beamed, relived with his words. ‘Hmm..." he mumbled, and he took her face in his hands, bending his head until their lips touched. He gently started to nibble her lips.

Careful! Kiara was going inside when Viren stopped her and said,”Kiara” She turned to him and waited for him to speak, he said with hesitation,”Kiara, Pia is innocent and pure by heart. She didn’t say anything to hurt you. It was unintentional.” Kiara nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. Before he could say anything, they heard Pia’s voice,”I am sorry, Kiara.” She walked toward her and said, holding her ear,”I am sorry, I didn’t realize. I am very stupid. Viren was right about me, I should think before speaking. Please forgive me.”

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.

Morning light struggled to get through Steven's office window, dense folds of fabric, and flooded golden warmth into the room. Steven was awake. His mind had gone round and round all night. Ruby's small face before him as he had seen—how she concealed herself in Clara, weeping, her shakie little hands. But still, he could hear the call of "Papa" from her. The guilt had left, now supplanted with lust. It was a flame that burned within him, one that no whiskey or authority could extinguish.

What if she wasn’t lying? I stared at the wall as my thoughts turned darker. I have always like innocence. Maybe too much. It was a sickness I never admitted to anyone. Innocence was rare in my world. my world was full of blood, betrayal, and women who only came close because of fear or greed. But a virgin…? That word alone made my pulse quicken. It wasn’t about sex, at least not completely. It was about power. The idea that someone so untouched, so clean, could belong to me alone.

I lowered my voice and stated pleadingly. “I don't care if he's innocent." Vinx said acidly. “How would you kill him if he's innocent, kill me instead if you want to kill anyone at all." “No, you would have to live with the guilt of knowing YOU killed an innocent human, you killed him the moment you laid your eyes on him and the moment his hands touched you, he accepted death." Vinx pulled me off my bed and I grabbed the Sheets, it ended up slipping off the bed and I had nothing to hold on to. I pushed Vinx but I was only injuring myself. His hands were wrapped tightly around my arms and I was going to dislocate it by pulling.

“I really love how pathetic you look right now. You look so pathetic that I want to let you go. But, you see. It's impossible as you are stuck with me here and my desire to teach you a lesson before killing you is so strong.” “Please don't do this, Anny. Don't do this. The baby is innocent, please.” “Don't fucking tell me that bullshit. Innocent? I don't give a fuck,” Anny yelled, her body straighten up and her hands raised in the air as she continued. “I was innocent too, wasn't I? I was innocent. I was innocent!!!” “That's why you should do this. The baby in me doesn't even know anything.”

" 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."

She had crossed a sea to love a man, and now she lay awake in his mother's house holding enough truth to unmake the story his family had lived inside for three years. Several times she reached for the envelope and drew her hand back again. It was not hers to open. Not hers, perhaps, even to carry. Youssef had placed it in her keeping because silence had become intolerable, not because moral clarity had suddenly arrived with it. What right had she to interrupt a family's most private grief? What arrogance to imagine she could enter that silence and do anything but make it worse? And yet each time she followed that argument to its end, she reached the same impasse: doing nothing was no longer