Romans & histoires Innocence Doesn't Get You Far

“I asked you what you’re going to do when we prove your innocence? You’ll lose that stellar reputation of yours and won’t be able to threaten everyone into doing what you wanted.” “Shit,” I cursed, “Maybe we shouldn’t prove I’m innocent. Or maybe I should just murder someone else. We just learned PEMDAS in math. That would cancel it out, right? I’m sure it’s the same principle. Hm, I wonder if it would work better if my victim was the future Alpha?” No death threats before dinner, Lilac.

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~

"In this dirt of a country, I built my name on integrity, and I've put bad men away, I've been putting bad men away since before you were born. I can bury you, here and now if I so choose to, and nothing would happen to my name. I would be doing the world a service." "What then happens to the words "innocent until proven guilty?" What happens to my human rights and the law of the land that you swore to serve and protect? I know men like you, you tell yourselves that you do bad things for good causes, but truly, you just do bad things because you enjoy doing them. You and me, we are not so different, you see... You've got your good reasons for doing bad things, and I have got mine. But deep d

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.”

Nina’s new acquaintance continued on. “You have to find a way to talk to the colonel first before all hell comes crashing down on you. The worst they could do to you is to put you in solitary confinement. And a day in the hellhole isn’t going to help you get out of here.” “Tell me, Anna, what do you will help me get out of here?” Nina’s tone of voice was as serious as it could be. “For starters, now that you’re inside the ob-lo, you should no longer entertain the idea that people will believe you when you say you are innocent. Remember, once inside the ob-lo, there is a deadline for innocence. And that deadline expires with your acceptance to your fate.”

A glance over my shoulder confirmed my worst fear: Ace didn't even try to follow, his silence cutting deeper than the pain in my heart. A wave of guilt crashed over me; it all felt like my fault, a chain of events I should have foreseen. I had known the risks from the beginning—his life tangled in the shadows of the mafia, where good intentions often slipped away into darkness. The stark reality of protecting a baby under such circumstances felt overwhelming, and at nineteen, I was painfully aware of how unprepared I was for motherhood. My mind spiraled with questions, wondering how girls younger than me managed to navigate this chaotic journey, grappling between the weight of responsibility

“They set you up. But we can fight it, get lawyers, go public, prove your innocence” “Innocence doesn’t matter anymore.” Her gaze lifted to mine, hollow. “The world doesn’t care about the truth, Katelyn. They care about the headline.” I reached for her arm, gently. “Then let me care. Let me help you. I’ll pay off whatever debts you have. I’ll find a way to clear your name. You don’t have to go through this alone.” For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of hope. Her fingers twitched.

A look of despair mixed with sadness. "I can't be the wrong target, can I? She looked suspicious with her hasty movements. It's as if she's being chased..." I rose to my feet. I always remembered my parents' advice. 'Never attack an innocent person', that was the advice they always said. My feet made wide, quick strides. My chest was moving up and down. A feeling of guilt took over my heart. I had made a mistake because of my reckless conclusion. Please, if you are innocent, then stand your ground.

Diana said. "Maybe if I dream too high I won't fall so deep like this, I could never have imagined that my life would be this chaotic, impregnated by a foreign man who bought me, a cruel man who is used to dirtying his hands to gain power and now my life is never calm,” Clara said.

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.