Innocence Book Novels & Stories

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daisy Daisy listened with a happy smile on her face. She had her head on Seth's chest, listening to the deep rumble as he read Cinderella word by word. Though a little staggered, she appreciated the effort he put in emphasising his words, making it as dramatic as possible. He also quietly, yet with full confidence, changed his voice to match the characters. She remembered how thrilled she was to see the brand new book on the shelf in the prison common room. It was a dark, violent version of the classic fairy tale which made it a lot more fitting to be seen in such a place.

I grew even more impatient, wondering what game she was playing. Finally, she found what she was looking for and handed me the notebook. I glanced down at the pages, expecting to see some kind of cruel joke or mockery. But to my surprise, Aurelia had written something entirely different. She believed in my innocence. I looked up at her, my eyes narrowing suspiciously. "How is this possible?" I demanded. "How can you possibly think that I'm innocent, especially considering all the evidence stacked against me?" Aurelia nodded earnestly, a determined expression on her face. She gestured for me to read what she had written in her notebook. Reluctantly, I began to read her words, my skepticism st

But my mournful ululation wasn't because of the insincerity of his words but because I was trying to find even a trace of truthfulness in his voice. I wanted to drown in the comfort of his hold, I wanted to place my lips on his to show that I appreciated his comforting words, I wanted to close my eyes and let my heart call out to him because it believed in the words he said. But I couldn't, because once upon a time, the man before me broke my very being, and now I can't trust him. Just as I can't trust anyone, not even the air I breathe. ~END OF FLASHBACK~

“Witches are disgusting. I’ve been trying to get away from them since I was ten. They keep finding me.” “Yes, I know. We’re not that different, you and I.” Innocent pulls a worn envelope from the inside of his jacket and pushes it across the table at me. “Read that.” I don’t move. “What is it?” “A letter from my mother. She sent it to me just before she died. Read it.” I’m suddenly filled with apprehension. I don’t want to know what’s in that letter. “No. I don’t want to.” Innocent draws the whip across the table. “It’s not a request.”

My eyes lit up in horror. "Please, your highness I am innocent. I didn’t do it; I have been set up,” I said as tears fell from my eyes. How could I want to kill Michael when he was just about the only friend that I had? Someone was behind this. "Innocent?—he brought something out of a book—then explain this?” He asked me. I stared at the book like I was some idiot until I recognized it as the book I had gifted Michael. I was taking longer to speak, and that book was brought to me.

Nor did I turn away. “I done what needed doin',” I says. Her face contorted, both horror and anger crashing together. “She was innocent,” Mia exclaimed, her voice cracking. “Anna was innocent. She had nothing to do with our world. Nothing.” I let out a breath that was almost a laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Innocence doesn’t save anyone,” I replied. “You should know that by now.” Mia stepped closer, her voice rising. “You killed her,” she said. “You killed someone who never hurt you. Someone who loved him.”

She smiled unconsciously like a little girl, bit her lip, and sighed opening her eyes, seeing that the sky was turning orange. She sighed getting up from there and grabbed her backpack. she started walking through the forest and touched the trees with great innocence in the act. That was one of Booke's qualities: to be very innocent, however, that innocence did not overshadow his intelligence. He picked up an apple and popped it into his mouth, enjoying the texture and burst of the ripe fruit.

“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.”

He stood at the podium, opening to Chapter Twelve the section covering his arrest and the moment he realized Morrison had orchestrated everything. His voice was steady as he read: "The FBI agent placed the handcuffs on my wrists while my colleagues watched, their expressions ranging from shock to vindication. Some had always suspected I wasn't fully reformed. This seemed to confirm their worst assumptions. But I knew something they didn't: I was innocent. And innocence, I would learn, is not always sufficient defense against well-constructed lies." The room was silent. Blake continued reading through his bail hearing, the ankle monitor, the crushing weight of facing forty years. When he fini