Innocence Doesn't Get You Far Novels & Stories

I bring bad luck to people around me, but I don't want to see an innocent person go to jail because of me. If Wilfred read this, it would only make his obsession with Ain even greater and make him feel touched. Too bad Nancy was not convinced. "If he is innocent, then the law will clear his name. Just like what happened to me just now. I was accused of being involved in your fall and was put into a life-threatening situation for no reason. That is what innocent means," she said. Seeing how determined Nancy was, Ain knew nothing she said could change Nancy's mind anymore. She kept her phone in her bag and sighed.

"You looked so innocent. In every single one of them." He was quiet. And then, softer than I expected: "Innocence doesn't last. It gets taken from you. Even from the kindest people." The laughter died in my throat. "I don't believe that," I said quietly, looking back at the boy in the frame. Something about his little face made my chest hurt. "I look at that picture and I see the same person standing next to me right now. Nothing's been taken." He didn't respond. Just turned and started walking forward on his own, navigating the room from memory. I watched him go, wondering what I'd said that made him go quiet like that.

"You didn't even believe me when I told you I was innocent. You didn't believe me when I told you I never used drugs. Instead, you cut me off. You didn't even stand up for me. So, let me ask you a question. What's my favorite color? What's my favorite food? What's my biggest fear? You can't answer, can you? It's sad. You don't even know your only child. "Something happened at school," I continued, my voice thick with a raw, painful emotion. "I was almost assaulted by a professor. A monster. But none of you knew. I couldn't tell you because you never believed me. You never fought for me. I had to fight my own battles, I had to prove my own innocence, all while my own parents, who claim to be

Turning the cold water on in an attempt to numb everything. This is probably not the first time something like this has happened. Growing up, kids who tried to bully me disappeared. They wouldn't show up to school the next day or ever again. Deep down, I'd wonder if my family had something to do with it but then I'd choose not to care. Now it occurs to me that not just Dante but my father could have ruined countless lives over something as small as kids' arguments. How many people ended up like Isabella? All this time, I've been wearing rose-colored glasses. Seeing the world the way I wanted it to be. It's dawning on me, the kind of world we're living in. People die every day. Whether they'r

I didn't really blame her, none of us have been suspects of a serious case as serious as this, not only was it infuriating, but it was also frustrating to be candid especially when coming from an innocent point of view but nobody believes what you are saying because you are literally no one. Your dad doesn't own a huge pharmaceutical industry or Toy stores, or have any multi billion dollar empire. I was no one and she was the same, just a loose cannon ball after all three of us. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here alright, tomorrow is gonna determine a lot of things in our life, but for now let's just hope and pray this motherf*ckers don't find a way to pin this messed up shit on us becau

“Sky, you can only forgive the person who is really guilty for his/ her mistake, who wants to rectify it, and who is really ashamed of his/ her deeds, only such a person is worthy of your forgiveness.” “Those Harrisons are evil and unscrupulous, they didn’t make any mistake but committed a sin, they have killed aunt Rose, they even tried to kill you, it’s a crime. Do you know covering up other's crimes is a bigger crime and I don't want you to be that one?” Steve said.

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.

For the last time, Geneva's mom asks Cindy what if she hear that her father left for other woman, Cindy said she knows, she saw her father on her 7th birthday party, She saw with another woman, and while she chasing them her incident happened, Geneva's mom seems startled and asked her if she recognized that woman, And Cindy said no because it was too far to recognized that woman's face and she added that as per her mom it was also her accident suspect, She also said that if ever her father goes back for them she should never forgive him for the huge ache he cost. "My dad's mistress is also my accident's suspect." she said,

"Leave my daughter Accardi! She is innocent!" She shouts and I get up from my seat, placing my hands back in my pocket and towering over him. "Innocent? Innocence doesn't mean anything in our business David,it is just a weakness. This 10 year boy was innocent,but did you spare him?" He gulps to look up at me. "My Amara was innocent but what did you did?" I ask stepping more closer to him ,he takes a step back afraid. "You killed her innocence. You tainted her skin in scars,you broke apart her delicate heart.

The one Mom dragged her to, hoping to keep her safe from all the mess we were born into. The same mess I was now neck-deep in. The crowd outside the gym was buzzing. Some people gave us disgusted looks probably because they already knew who we were. The reputation from our side of town followed us like shadows. But some girls? Yeah… they didn’t care about reputations. They batted lashes, tugged at skirts, giggled too loud. I didn’t care for any of that. I was searching. Searching for her. My little M. Missy.