Innocence Doesn't Get You Far Mga Nobela at Kwento

I knew she didn't understand the world I operated in, but I hoped that one day she would see things from my perspective. “Do you kill innocent people too? Do you traffic humans, ladies too?” she asked. “Innocent…” I tasted the words on my tongue, stretching it. What is innocent? Who is innocent? Everyone was innocent at some point. I was until I turned ten. “Whoever crosses our paths aren't innocent anymore," I said, my voice even and detached as my gaze drifted into the distance. "As for trafficking humans... we have businesses, Rena. Various businesses. But human trafficking isn't one of those."

"What? But there's no way! I'm innocent. I didn't even have sex!" "True, but there are tons of people behind bars and put to death that were innocent. Get a lawyer, dear." Aunt Lane sighed and added, "I love you, you're the only family I have left, and I'll be damned if I'm stuck writing you letters and talking to you through glass."

He didn't say anything further and two policeman dragged him towards the cell. After that, I left the police station giving hope to my brother that I will go any length to prove him innocent. I know that my brother can't be a murderer. He might be an arrogant and ruthless person but he can never kill someone. My brother's arrogance always messed up everything. We used to have a good relation with my Fuppo until my father was alive. After his death, my brother Adeel became the CEO of our company. After becoming the CEO he became more arrogant and because of his arrogant behaviour, our other relatives became distant from us. One day my brother behaved very roughly with our Fuppo and she cut al

Tears flowed freely as I tried to explain the situation, "Mom, I'm in jail. They think I murdered someone! But I didn't. You have to believe me." Her voice trembled, "Oh, sweetheart, we believe you. We'll get you the best lawyer, and we'll prove your innocence." As I hung up the phone, a glimmer of hope pierced through the darkness of my situation. My family was behind me, and they would fight to clear my name. In the world of incarceration, the police jail was my first bitter taste of a system that had gone horribly wrong. A place where innocence had little meaning and freedom was a distant dream. As an innocent girl caught in the relentless gears of the justice system, my experience in tha

It was eerily convincing. "Be a queen of the majority. Then change the governance. Change the system, Your Grace. " I feigned ignorance of the Feluns and their successors' administration policies and said it out loud. However, there are occasions when innocence is best defined as a lack of knowledge. While I acknowledged that a lack of knowledge or intent was no defense in a court of law, I maintained that a person's lack of knowledge or plan might prevent them from being unfairly judged or even betrayed.

All of them had tried to make both Damien and Zian understand that whatever decision they both were taking was not right, but none of them agreed to change their decision. Damien would have changed his decision of sending his son away from his home but his son's behaviour and words didn't let him do it and no one dared to question Damien's decision because they all knew Zian was utterly wrong in all of this and him justifying his mistake had turned everything more worse. "Remember I had told you…..do not let your mistakes turn into a sin because there's no forgivenesses for a sin," Damien uttered, looking at his son. "And now you don't deserve forgiveness because now your mistakes have turne

I watched him carefully as he spoke. "Innocence is a luxury for people who stayed behind," he said quietly. "I didn’t have that privilege." My eyes moved away before I could hold his gaze any longer. It felt like he was looking through my skin, seeing all the ways I’d hardened since he left. "You don’t have to be so dramatic about it." "It’s not drama,” he replied. "It’s history." He nodded toward his car. "If you’re looking for that boy, he’s probably somewhere at the bottom of a bottle. We might as well go check the bar."

The heart is bound to these regulations or the allegations would be excruciating. Only few people had the audacity to violate these rules and they were famous as traitors as they get the personality of an outcast who refused to survive in the world full of manipulators and people with different masks covering their real faces. Deep inside majority of the people want to be like them just like me but the rules would always kept me awake at night with the shower of guilt and redemption traumatizing me from time to time whenever I get to enjoy a good soothing shower of raindrops with tranquility. I wouldn’t be able to like that but when I see these other couples around me I think of something el

"You didn't do anything wrong." "And who the hell will believe me?" My voice rose, desperation bleeding through every syllable. "There's no evidence that points to my innocence. All the allegations point toward me, and as soon as Nico doesn't get what he wants, he'll spill the tea and watch my entire life burn to the ground."

“What do you mean, Elina?” Elina laughed softly as she leaned closer to Luna. “A kept woman like you shouldn’t pretend to be innocent. I know your mind is only filled with money.”