Innocence: A Novels & Stories

Nudging my legs open. "Spread your legs for me innocente" he murmurs in my ear and a shiver goes through my body. I'd managed to forget about the steel digging in my butt until he said that. Out of curiosity, I move a little and I swear it twitches beneath me. A thrill goes through me until I remember what's at stake. My father's honor. If my future husband finds out I'm not a virgin, it could lead to war. I can't let that happen. I can't let this man do anything to me. But even as I'm thinking that my legs are opening on their own. He pushes the thong aside and runs a finger along my slit. A place where no one has ever touched. Myself included "Do you even know what it means to be this wet

He yelled in a whisper, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting Seth to attack him at any moment. Her mouth made an 'o' in amazement. She was in love with a celebrity! "It's not a good thing Daisy!" Quickly, she shut her mouth and nodded solemnly. "I'm getting you out of here. I'll do anything and everything to prove you're innocent. I don't know all the details yet but I know you would never do anything to deserve a year in this place. It'll be ok. Trust me," Linc said with so much determination, Daisy couldn't doubt him.

my voice quick and unconvincing. "Come on, Joeniya, it's me you're talking to. I know you're lying," Ace said gently as he pulled me onto his lap. The warmth of his embrace offered a sense of comfort, but the silence stretched on, filling the air with an unspoken tension. I glanced at him and followed his gaze to the pediatrician card lying on the table, its presence a stark reminder of my worries—I honestly didn’t even remember having it.

Arthur rubs his temples, the memories crashing over him like waves. Catherina had been methodical, planting seeds of doubt and turning him against Madin one calculated move at a time. She had claimed innocence while subtly stoking Arthur’s guilt over Madin’s jealousy. She had played the role of the victim flawlessly, making Arthur believe he was protecting her and their unborn child. His hands tremble as he recalls it all. He had been a fool, blinded by guilt and the weight of his responsibilities.

She looked so innocent and helpless, but it took a lot of courage for her to run away from marriage that first time, as she had. She could be my angel, my innocence in the midst of the perverted world I lived in. I didn't like the idea of ​​her getting her hands dirty. She didn't need to kill anyone, because I was there to do it for her. However, I understood all her fears very well. Donatella was crazy, and she really could have done worse if I hadn't shown up. Lais was right; she needed to protect herself, whether I liked it or not. I glimpsed blood and semen on the sheet, the clear sign that I had taken her virginity and deposited my seed in her womb. It had been ten years of waiting for

He’s here too, patiently waiting for me. “Boss,” he says as I start to bounce down the stairs. “Frankie,” I say. “Go to the cashier’s window and post bail for Leah Thomas. One hundred grand cash.” Frankie whistles softly. “Jesus. What the fuck did she do?” “In this case, I think she’s actually innocent.” “She is,” Madeleine says, her voice muffled. “It was clearly self-defence.” “Yeah, I’m not so sure,” I say. “She has a bit of a rap sheet that one.”

Charlotte still remember, she didn't break any traffic rule, she drove perfectly, until there was a small frame jumping right in front of her car, there was no fear, no hesitation or even the slightest shock on that woman's face, she simply closed her eyes letting Charlotte's car hit her. Even then she didn't die, Charlotte tried to help her, she tried to get her inside the car and take her to the hospital but that woman refused, right in front of Charlotte she grabbed the rock, she gave the shocked woman a last apologetic smile before she slammed the rock against her head multiple times dying on the spot. And Charlotte became the culprit, she tried explaining, coming forward and tried so ma

“I hear things, Nico. I always have. And this—this is dangerous. That girl is walking straight into something she doesn’t even understand.” Nico’s silence stretched, his eyes dark and unreadable. Noelle leaned in slightly, her voice sharper now. “Don’t play dumb with me. You care about her. That much is obvious. You’ve been pretending you can keep your distance, pretending you can let her walk away clean, but guess what? The world we live in doesn’t give people clean exits. Not for her. Not for you.” “She shouldn’t even be involved,” Nico muttered, more to himself than to her. “She doesn’t belong in this mess.”

The silence stretched, almost as brittle as glass. “I. . . I asked for this audience because I have no other way to prove my innocence,” I began. “I have not seen the map, and I have also not seen the locket. I have no one to vouch for me. And I know what that looks like, what it means.” Even you. . . He circled me like a predator assessing prey. “It means you’re a liar, it means you are not to be trusted.” “I’m not.” “Then you’re incompetent. Which is worse.”

Chapter One Anna’s POV The Temptation In Andre Clark Flee the temptations of youth. I’d heard that a million times at Sunday School. My mother had me memorize it every time that it had become a part of my subconscious. Pursue righteousness. If you are going to go down, do it with the right person. My boyfriend. But what was I supposed to do when the temptation was standing right by my window in the middle of the night, the rain thrashing all around him, and a small crate of beer in his hand? Was righteousness supposed to do that?