Innocence Unveiled Novels & Stories

“Good morning. I know most of you are here because of the breaking news. The man you’ve been reading about — Vincent Hale — has been arrested along with several of his associates. Their crimes have affected countless people in this city… but today, I want to focus on one in particular.” I took a breath, looking straight into the cameras. “Malik, a seventeen year old, was accused of a crime he did not commit. He was labeled. Judged. Branded as something he never was. And all because he was unlucky enough to be a pawn in Hale’s game of control and fear.” There was a rustle in the room, pens scratching against notepads. “Today,” I continued, “those charges are gone. His record is clear. And the

So, her tone suddenly softened, and she choked up as she asked, “Comrade police officer... I’m really innocent... How can I prove my innocence?” The other party said indifferently, “If you want to prove your innocence in this matter, the only way would be to arrest the other party, and the other party must admit that you did not know anything. Only then will your innocence be proven. Otherwise, there would be no way to prove your innocence. After all, these contraband items were found in the suitcase that you checked in. If you cannot prove that you didn’t know, you can’t be cleared of suspicion, then!” Elaine panicked and hurriedly said, “I have a chat record with her! She has been playing

I agreed with most of the murders, but after discovering that one of the possible pedophiles who had been arrested, in fact having been mistaken for another totally different man, I began to have a little more respect for the phrase: "Innocent, until proven otherwise." But I didn't say anything out loud. Most of the time I kept myself as I did at that moment, in silence, just rambling about my life and my choices, about everything that had led me to that point. Those were times when I was at peace. I took refuge within myself to accept that reality, and live with it.

The silence stretched, almost as brittle as glass. “I. . . I asked for this audience because I have no other way to prove my innocence,” I began. “I have not seen the map, and I have also not seen the locket. I have no one to vouch for me. And I know what that looks like, what it means.” Even you. . . He circled me like a predator assessing prey. “It means you’re a liar, it means you are not to be trusted.” “I’m not.” “Then you’re incompetent. Which is worse.”

Outside the Skull court room journalist were buzzing around waiting hungrily for the exit to open. "How do I look Chan?" asked a journalist wearing a fluffy hat. "You look good like always" replied Chan while setting his camera. The Skull court room exit suddenly opened and a young man with four securities surrounding him and a beautiful young woman beside him who was carrying a black umbrella above him stepped out. All the hundred journalist ran toward him while stinging him with questions. "Mr. Wen tell us how does it feel like fighting with your with your uncle?" asked a journalist with blonde hair.

An innocent angel he had tainted, ruined and tormented on his own and in the most cruellest way possible. He was aware of the damage he had caused to her by using those barbaric choice of words for her. He was aware of the vicious pain he had inflicted on her soul with his behaviour. He was aware of the destruction he had done to her heart by revealing to her that he hated her and was playing with her all this time and he did all of this to make sure she would give up on him as soon as possible. He had expected her to hate him by now but she was still waiting for him. Her innocuousness was her biggest blessing and her most painful curse and he understood it really very clearly till now.

He asked, still unsure about her behaviour, while caressing her lips. She shuddered. "I don’t know why you ask me the same question... And what does it mean to be innocent...?" She tilted her head like an innocent child, giving him no room to doubt further. He took a step back, handling her scarf while wrapping it around her neck. He saw the marks of passion or a cruel act he didn’t know about. Maybe last night he did. She was saying the truth. "Wear some other full-sleeve and full-neck dresses."

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~

That decision was already made in my head, I just hadn't said it out loud yet. "Tell me again," I said. "All of it." He leaned forward. "She's innocent. Her leaving the party has nothing to do with any engagement with your rivals, nothing connects her to that meeting, not timing, not location, not motive. Whoever built this case against her did it fast and they did it sloppy and that means they panicked." He glanced sideways at my uncle sitting in the corner and something sharp moved across his face. My uncle looked back at him with equal disgust.

He asked looking at my suitcases. "Do you know snooping is considered creepy?"I asked him ignoring his question. "I wasn't snooping."he denied the allegations and I raised my eyebrows at him. He just shrugged and then his expression changed and my heart skipped a beat. I was afraid of what he was about to say next. "Change of plans P."he announced and I blinked. No...no no no.... This was not happening. "What is that supposed to mean?"I asked my hand forming a fist.