Innocence: A Novels & Stories

So, her tone suddenly softened, and she choked up as she asked, “Comrade police officer... I’m really innocent... How can I prove my innocence?” The other party said indifferently, “If you want to prove your innocence in this matter, the only way would be to arrest the other party, and the other party must admit that you did not know anything. Only then will your innocence be proven. Otherwise, there would be no way to prove your innocence. After all, these contraband items were found in the suitcase that you checked in. If you cannot prove that you didn’t know, you can’t be cleared of suspicion, then!” Elaine panicked and hurriedly said, “I have a chat record with her! She has been playing

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

"Apparently My parents are involved in all kind of shits like robbery, theft and possession of illegal firearms and what lands them a lifetime imprisonment is they hit and run an innocent child while under the influence. They hit that child two times and my mother went out of the car to confirm if the victim is dead then went back inside the car as if nothing happens and drove off to God knows where. Unfortunately to my parents there is a witness who saw what happened and testify to the court to incarcerate them." I did not notice that I was crying. Gideon sits on my bed facing me and he is wiping my tears from my face.

“She was innocent, Ric. She didn’t ask for this. She didn’t play us. She was a pawn, and you killed her.” I look away. “You think I wanted to do it?” I say quietly. Then louder: “But in this life… in this life, innocence doesn’t guarantee safety. We’re not living in a fairy tale, Angelo. We’re in a war. And sometimes, the innocent bleed too.” He stares at me for a long moment, then slowly rises from his chair. “There’s no need to teach Charles a lesson,” he says flatly. “When he hears about her death, he’ll know. He’ll understand.”

“You're definitely insane if you think we're giving up someone innocent.” Toria tilted her head. “Innocence is relative.” her words stiffened the room. Ethan leaned forward, left arm placed on the table. “Say that one more time.” Toria's eyes danced with dangerous confidence. “My pleasure,” she repeated clearly, “innocence is re…” “You think this is a game?” Ethan snapped right before she could finish the sentence. “She almost killed Ariel, remember? Now you think someone to throw her way will get us out?”

Through the delicate material, he could make out the curves of her body, the outline of her breasts, and the fragile innocence she seemed completely unaware of. For a moment, he had forgotten the alcohol in his system. Or perhaps it had only made things worse. He had entered the bedroom feeling intoxicated, but the sight of her had awakened something far more dangerous. Desire had hit him with unexpected force, leaving him unable to think clearly. And then he had done the unthinkable. Still, a part of him continued to justify it. They were husband and wife. Their marriage might have begun under complicated circumstances, but it was a marriage nonetheless. In his mind, what had happened betwe

Reign banged the small wooden hammer and silence reigned. "Good. Now, could you come forward and explain yourself?"I grumbled, sounding like a father who wasn't ready to let his daughter get married yet. It was crazy, but also one hell of a privilege that I got to experience something like this. ""Okay,"Avery stepped forward and put on a serious look. "I promise to say the truth, only the truth and nothing but the truth,"she swore and faced me. "I AM INNOCENT!! Reign didn't understand the whole story. I mean, fine. I was wrong to have used the F word, but I didn't know she was around me. I'd thought I was alone, so how was I supposed to know she snuck in?"she defended.

A glimpse of a man who was desperate to prove his innocence, even as he remained distant, withdrawn, and guarded. Dominic insisted on his innocence, of course. He had all the right words, all the right defenses, all the right justifications. He told me, repeatedly, that he wasn’t involved in any of the fraud, that he had nothing to do with the falsified documents. And yet, every time I looked at him, I found myself doubting, questioning. I wanted to believe him—God, I wanted to believe him—but the evidence I had uncovered didn’t line up. There were too many inconsistencies, too many contradictions in the story he was telling me. And yet, when I was with him, I couldn’t ignore the strange pul

she said, voice low, “if she ever considered who was actually guilty. Or if she just decided we all deserved it.” Emerson joined her, standing close but not touching. “That’s the danger with plans like this,” he said. “Once they’re set in motion, intention becomes irrelevant. Systems don’t discriminate.” Eva laughed softly, without humour. “So even innocence becomes collateral.” “Yes.” She closed her eyes briefly. The idea that Amira’s final acts were designed not to expose truth but to wound indiscriminately made something twist inside her. She had spent so long questioning herself, revisiting every decision, every refusal to reconcile, wondering if she had failed some invisible test of com

Integrity didn’t just take energy. It took innocence. Not moral innocence—but emotional one. The belief that doing the right thing would feel cleaner. Rewarding. It didn’t. It felt lonely. And often thankless. And still—I would choose it again. That’s the paradox. But choosing it again doesn’t mean choosing it endlessly. He sits beside me one evening, watching me struggle with a thought I can’t quite articulate. “You don’t have to earn rest,” he says softly. “I know,” I reply. “But I don’t know how to receive it yet.”