Innocence Doesn't Get You Far Novels & Stories

“And don’t give me any of that saintly crap about murder. You weren’t above taking out a couple of our hitmen when it suited you.” I swallowed hard, my teeth grinding together. “I did what I had to do. And they weren’t exactly innocent, were they?” “Lesson number two, Freckles; No one’s innocent. Not in this world,” he said, “Take your little hero moment with Faith Porter. She might not have been directly involved in the money laundering her boss did for the Westies, but she sure as hell knew what she was getting into. The same guy had a wife and a kid at home, and she didn’t seem to mind playing the homewrecker. And had the balls to get her boyfriend bailed out of jail. Doesn’t sound like a

I mumbled to which he grunt while saying good with light patting my head . " I am innocent please , I am begging you don't jump on such conclusion where you put a blame on a innocent person just because you found some similarities in just coincidences , don't make them one and one , two . " I begged him holding my hairs trying to free them from his clutch .

I don't know if his parents can hear us but I just hope that they don't or else he'll be dead. My cheeks are already heating and I can sense that it's already red since he's really dead serious about him wanting to take me now. I don't want them to have an idea of what we are talking about. It'll make me so ashamed of myself and that's because of this mate of mine who can't seem to get enough of me and can't stop himself from being horny from time to time. I don't even know why his image of him taking me just pop up in my mind out of nowhere and I hate my mind now. I totally do. He just tainted my innocence! Wait- am I even innocent when I met him? All I know is that I lost it the moment I o

“Don’t talk to me about innocence when you took it from someone else.” I couldn’t breathe. My mouth opened, but no words came out.

“I waited for you to wake up and redeem yourself, give yourself the chance to prove your innocence before I put the cuffs on you.” “And who made you judge, jury and executioner?” My voice hissed, throat gulping to fight the nausea. Lucas's smile stays put, “Right now, I'm your only hope of a fair hearing. The court won't be too merciful.” “I'll take my chances,” my throat felt dry, “I am an innocent man.” “An innocent man with his prints all over his mother's murder weapon?” He scoffs, “I may be young, but—”

"You took my future, my family, my dignity! You rejected me, just like everybody else. And then you used me, manipulated me, fed me lies until I couldn’t see straight. Do you think this is all my fault? You weren’t innocent in all of this, you know." Jamaica’s eyes narrowed, but she did not flinch. “It was never about innocence, Helen. It was about choice. You chose to trust the wrong people. You chose to walk down a path that led you to this prison cell. And now, you have to live with the consequences.”

“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.”

I didn’t welcome him. “I…” my voice broke. “Then why am I still down here?” He stepped closer, slowly. “Because proving innocence in this court is not the same as claiming it. The wolves above us are watching us, they need to be sure you didn’t do it.” I swallowed hard. “But I didn’t do it. They should give me a chance to prove myself. I can investigate on my own.” “I will, But we must be careful. A single wrong step, and they’ll call it favoritism. Even treason on my part.”

Yet that was all I heard him say. “Order,” Judge Mann echoed, frowning at him. I held his gaze as I spoke and my voice cut through the tension, "No moral compass, Lino. Just common sense, probably not as common to you, though,” I cocked a brow, looking down at him both literally, and metaphorically. “We've got enough blood on our hands; we don't need to rob the children of their innocence by throwing them to the dogs,” I emphasized, and the room fell into a momentary silence, broken by the uneasy shuffling behind me.

Her tears had run dry, leaving only a pathetic, raspy sob. Unsatisfied with her silence, one of the men grabbed a pair of pliers. Without warning, he clamped them onto Luna’s toenail. “Arghhh! Stop! Please!” Luna groaned, her small frame arching in an unbearable spasm of agony. “Spit out the truth, now!” For a fleeting second, Luna considered lying—confessing to a crime she didn't commit just to make the agony end. But she knew better. In this house of devils, admitting to a sin you didn't commit was the same as signing your own death warrant.