Novel & Cerita Innocence Book

I turned sharply—and my heart stopped. Precillia. Her hair was tangled, her face pale, but she was alive. Alive, and chained to the corner of the filthy room. “You—what are you doing here?” My voice cracked with disbelief. Her laugh was hollow, bitter. “The same as you, I guess. Wrong place, wrong time… and the wrong enemies.” Shock twisted inside me. This wasn’t random. This wasn’t chance. The web was wider than I feared. Before I could ask more, one of the kidnappers stormed in. He yanked my phone from my pocket, typed quickly, and tossed it onto the floor with a grin.

He was talking as if I was a Saint. Wait, I was a Saint. It was true, I never made mistakes. I had never attended a single college party. I was always on time to get to class and I did my homework perfectly and submitted it on time if not the first one. I never even had a boyfriend or friends. I guess that had to do with me being a nerd. I mean, it is college, where everyone wants to have fun and I am not....fun. I was quiet and as most people would describe me, naive and nerdy. People like me were termed as boring.

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

Inside, however, every instinct I possess begins screaming. Too clean. Companies leave paper trails, money leaves trails, people leave trails—unless someone spends a fortune making them disappear. I stare through the window again. Sophie stands in front of a mirror while three women fuss around her. She looks annoyed—not frightened, not pretending—just normal. A strange feeling settles in my chest. She’s too young, too innocent. Nothing like him. Yet my mother was innocent, too—same with my brother, and me. Innocence has never protected anyone; instead, it only pushes them further into unseen danger.

He was surprised and immediately looked at Sera. "I didn't cause your mother's death at all. Reread it, and you'll soon know I'm innocent." "Don't believe her. I have read this book, and the accusations point to her!" Luna stares angrily and is about to attack Sera, but John immediately forbids her. "I'll read again," he said and then read the book. "I told you that he was the cause of My Mom's death." Luna tries to convince John's doubts. Sera walked back. She intended to leave there but was hit on the back by Irina with a stick. "Aah!" She fell to the ground, unconscious.

“ What's wrong?” “I believe that the girl is innocent,” said Lord Abbot as he stood up from his chair where he was seated. Immediately, a loud uproar issued within the pack hall as Elder Hopkins cried, “ But my lord she was caught at the spot of the murder!” “ Innocent until proven guilty,” Lord Abbot swept his eyes sharply at Elder Hopkins. “ There is no evidence that proves that she used magic herself to kill your daughter, Hopkins.” “ Magic circles were drawn all over the place——-”

The dim glow cast off by my laptop lit up the room: the only light aside from the faint moonlight that streamed in through the curtains. I flipped through the pages of my journal, reading through entries I had scrawled with raw, unfiltered anger. Now, it has turned into something far more dangerous: Innocence. Lena Reynolds had stolen my fiancé, my dignity, the story of my life. She had paraded her victory without an ounce of shame. But this was not the same Cassidy Graham she had brought low. I was not the broken woman left at the altar. I had sharpened, focused, and tightened myself for my vengeance: worthy of leaving her gasping.

That there were so many different little pockets to this one organ that, up until a few seconds ago, was just the thing that made me live. I didn’t believe in the heart’s ability to talk to you, to tell you things that even your head was afraid to say or couldn’t say. I didn’t know that your life’s blood could be tied up in someone else until I felt the evidence of her innocence at my fingertip just as her eyes opened on mine, and for a split second, I saw into her soul.

She hurriedly removed her chain and put it around the child's neck and after kissing her child one last time she gave the child to Mohan. "Run and don't turn back." Mohan ran from there to save the innocent life in his arms. After sending her baby she turned towards the door and wiping her tears she stood straight to face those monsters. Few minutes later Mohan heard a gunshot. He flinched but seeing an innocent life in his arms he again started running to save the baby. When he was near to cross the Mansion's gate he heard a thundering voice from behind. "STOP RIGHT THERE!" Mohan froze on his feet. Gathering all his courage he turned and saw that one of the killers was shouting on one of th

Shivers ran down her spine. Her body shivered. Cold washed off her. Her knees weakened. “ Why? Why?” She snapped her head to Caleb. “ Why? Why would you lie about something like this, I never did anything wrong to you!” She shouted bitterly, anger blazing through her eyes. Caleb turned away, fist clenching hard against his thighs as his eyes flicked to the prince and Maribel. “ Tell them the truth! Tell them I'm innocent!” “ Shut up!” The prince’s voice thundered. “ I think I've given you enough grace, but you're just a disgusting maggot who's not ready to admit to her sins. Here's my sentence…”