Innocence Is Brilliant Novels & Stories

I calmed down and explained it to Bain, my new assistant. “But, boss--” “First, I think sir is better, secondly, do you know her better than me?” He looked down. “I am sorry, sir” I got up. “Okay. out” He went out of my office and I sighed standing near the window and looking out. The state was so beautiful. I can see so many buildings from this place, and they all look so beautiful. I put my hands in my pocket and smiled. How can Bain be so stupid to think that Heather compromised that security? She doesn’t even have the papers with her anymore; I asked her.

You are a special kid. Mehrab is convinced by his mother thinking that he is a special kid. Unknown to him that his mother is crying for some unknown reason. He heard his mother singing a lullaby with her heavy voice. His little mind didn't understand what his mother has gone through for him.

"Mom, some goons entered Sameer's house and...and....the-they killed them." Listening to this all gasped in horror. "Shalini in her last few minutes handled her daughter's responsibility in our hands Anita." Amar continued turning towards his wife and the baby. Anita saw the innocent baby in her arms and asked "Amar she is our Sameer's and Shalini's daughter. She is our Meera?" Amar just nodded his head. Anita started crying loudly for her best friend. But after listening to Meera's cry she came back to reality.

My mother said looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm meeting up with her at The Vista club this weekend," I said adjusting my tie "Do you think she knows about what the family is really into?" She questions me "No she sounds too...innocent they must not want to break her too soon," I said "And I'm guessing you will?" She replied smirking evilly "Definitely besides this could work in our favor, the news only showed her in a mask probably not wanting to reveal her identity as of yet," I said

Those eyes, he still remembered them, those green luscious and innocent eyes. He had his eyes on her from a long time and it was Craig who never let anyone of them to go near her until he himself gave up on her. Ben knew Craig will regret his impulsive decision, and he actually did, her resistance drove him insane blinding him with rage and he handed Ben and every other who had their eyes on her a golden opportunity.

I tried a second time, and then a third, until I thought my fingers were about to grow numb. Without any response, I sat on the floor next to the gate, the rain still pouring, thoroughly soaked, and my phone barely protected. The tears started again. I wanted my mommy. I wanted Cole. Why did this have to happen to me? But in that split second, I heard the latch of the gates before it slid open. “Hey.” It was a blonde girl, with wild hair and … nothing. She had no clothes on. “Who are you looking for?"

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

Her Innocent words and Innocent actions then again made my already worsen situation more worse. This is the bestest night of my life....isn't it? Note the sarcasm!! *** Don't forget to share ur views and do follow me on I*******m author_priyaraj. Till then, Stay safe and be happy 🤎P.

The whole night, the whole f**king night I kept imagining how sinful I could go with those swells and that juicy p**y that was f**king wet at that time as I could bet on that. She had an ache down there as I could make her beg to remove that ache as only, I could do that and the way she said that cuteness dripped with her every emotion and innocence swirled in those honey brown eyes as if she was helpless underneath me. How could someone be so hot and innocent at the same time? No matter what I was dying to f**k every innocent idea in her mind and filled with every sinful thought that she could have of me and only me.

Four As the stranger continued to observe her, he was reminded of the fragility of innocence, how easily it could be lost. He felt a protective instinct, a desire to shield her from the harsh realities of life, to preserve the purity that shone so brightly in her eyes. At that moment, the stranger realized that he had stumbled upon something truly special. He had encountered a soul untouched by the cynicism and despair that often characterized the world. Maybe he was right, or maybe he was wrong. But one thing was for sure, he saw innocence in her eyes. Her innocence was a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty and goodness to be found.