Innocence Book Novels & Stories

It made my heart race in a way I hated. "Go read a book, Cecilia. Let me handle the rest." He turned and walked back into the office, the door clicking shut behind him. I stood there for a long time, my hand going to the spot where he’d touched me. I was glaring, my mouth open at the indignation of it all. Yet, my skin was tingling. I was angry, terrified, and confused all at once. Finally I huffed and shook my head. I guess reading was better than nothing. I grabbed a book from the coffee table. ‘The Prince’ by Machiavelli. Fitting.

She nods like an obedient kid and walked out of his room. ‘Sometimes I really wonder why this innocent girl is in a dire condition? A good, understanding, obedient girl from a wonderful family, doesn’t deserve an awful abnormal life.’ ‘But where the hell her family is? Whenever I think about her family, it makes me more agitated. Are they even alive or not? If nobody in the family, didn’t she have any friends, relatives, neighbors, colleagues, acquaintances? Why nobody came forward to identify her?’ ‘None of my informer get even a single piece of information about her, not even from other cities. Even police officer Jack Miller failed miserably.’

Once again, Innis missed a discovery. The old pages resisted being turned, warping under her touch, and the paper had an icky smell, which made sense, considering how much time had passed since the book had last been opened. Innis stumbled upon it by a complete accident, really. She had simply climbed up to check the upper bookshelf in the library and the book twitched right under fingers, making Innis freeze in place, barely holding onto the old ladder with her feet.

I thought but kept it to myself as at present I was more interested in listening to him. "You already know about my past and I am not going to repeat it. You know when she left me I was shattered. My trust was broken I was broken beyond repair. I closed the door of my heart for everyone and I promised myself that I would not fall into the trap of innocence ever again because everything is just fake. There is nothing like innocence in this world. But you prove me wrong. You made me realize that innocent still exist in this world. You made me realize that not everyone is like her. You made me understand that if someone has done bad to us that does not mean that we would start weighing everyone

"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.

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.

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

My thumb brushed his jawline, forcing his face upward, forcing him to look at me. “You’ve been very quiet lately,” I continued, my voice smooth as poison. “Too quiet. No suspicious calls. No strange behavior. No mistakes.” I tilted his face side to side like I was examining something delicate, fragile, breakable. “Innocence is either purity…”My eyes narrowed. “Or a lie.” His jaw trembled, but his voice tried to hold. “I haven’t done anything.” “A bold statement,” I breathed, “from someone trembling under a towel.”

That was the silence I woke up to. It was late too late for anyone in this house to still be awake. Mark had already checked in on me earlier, reminding me to sleep before another long day of patrol and “responsibilities,” his word not mine. I rolled over in bed, my hand brushing against my book on the nightstand. It wasn’t unusual; I often fell asleep with a novel half-open beside me, sometimes using it as a shield against the heaviness of the world I’d been dragged into. But when I reached for it this time, something slipped from its pages.

“What do you mean, Elina?” Elina laughed softly as she leaned closer to Luna. “A kept woman like you shouldn’t pretend to be innocent. I know your mind is only filled with money.”