Innocence Unveiled Novels & Stories

Morning light struggled to get through Steven's office window, dense folds of fabric, and flooded golden warmth into the room. Steven was awake. His mind had gone round and round all night. Ruby's small face before him as he had seen—how she concealed herself in Clara, weeping, her shakie little hands. But still, he could hear the call of "Papa" from her. The guilt had left, now supplanted with lust. It was a flame that burned within him, one that no whiskey or authority could extinguish.

“You’re innocent! You’re fucking innocent! And we have the proof!” “Yes,” I whispered, my body trembling with waves of relief, catharsis, even a bittersweet joy. My parents had loved me, loved Bria, even though they’d betrayed us along with the pack. And the records they’d left of that betrayal provided years’ worth of evidence that I had never been involved. I was innocent. And I could finally prove it. My long nightmare was finally coming to an end.

Inside, however, every instinct I possess begins screaming. Too clean. Companies leave paper trails, money leaves trails, people leave trails—unless someone spends a fortune making them disappear. I stare through the window again. Sophie stands in front of a mirror while three women fuss around her. She looks annoyed—not frightened, not pretending—just normal. A strange feeling settles in my chest. She’s too young, too innocent. Nothing like him. Yet my mother was innocent, too—same with my brother, and me. Innocence has never protected anyone; instead, it only pushes them further into unseen danger.

There was a clear smugness in her eyes as she watched him. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of guilt after having someone killed. Then again, as she had said, that road was remote. There were no witnesses or cameras to prove her crime. "Thank—" Just as Caroline was about to speak, Jerome's phone rang. "Hello. Who's on the line?" "Are you a relative of Monica Newman? Please come to the police station to identify the body."

"I’ve failed this kingdom. I’ve committed a terrible sin. Please, punish me for my actions. Sentence me to death if you must, but spare General Michael and his family. They have done nothing wrong." The crowd gasps as Madin reaches for the scarf covering his head. Michael’s voice rings out from the courtroom doors. "No, Madin! Don’t!" But Madin doesn’t stop. He pulls off the scarf, revealing his true self. Gasps echo through the courtyard, and murmurs of shock ripple through the crowd. Arthur stands frozen, disbelief etched into his features. "What... what is this?" "I’m not who you think I am," Madin says, his voice cracking. He begins to remove his outer garments, revealing the clothes ben

how could I go after an innocent man, trying to ruin him without making sure that I was following the truth. A while ago, I had just finished taking shots of the evidence against Patrick Vanner. The evidence that proved my father’s innocence, and though it would hurt so bad, I was going to seek justice for my father. Just when I was about to close the laptop, I saw a file tagged ‘DEAN’S DEEDS.’ I opened it, and I saw my father, on camera, operating on patients who were tied up and awake. It was obvious it was without their consent.

If she can do all that magic lifting bullshit she speaking of, we're done for. "I was innocent." I looked over towards her. Her green eyes shined with grief and anger. "I was innocent in all this bullshit, yet MY life was always threatened. MY LIFE was made to become a blemish when I had no say in my birth. I was broken down, beat on, and thrown to the wayside for EVERYONE ELSE, and God forbid I did well enough on my own. Somehow, someway, those I loved would then be targeted. So, no. Your bitch of a granddaughter is nowhere near innocent. She stopped being innocent when she constantly talked about my mother. She stopped being innocent when she purposely would do things to get me to react, t

••• Innocence can be captivating, innocence can be dangerous at times, but in the devil's very own tale, it can become dangerously captivating. •••

One of the guards called cautiously but I didn't turn immediately. My hands curled into fists, veins visible beneath his skin. “Those reports,” I said finally, my voice low. The guard swallowed. “Yes, Alpha. We… We have been finding evidence that actually clears Luna Livia. If anything, it proves she’s been...” “Innocent?” I finished, his tone deadly quiet. “Yes.” the guard replied. A growl ripped from my chest raw, violent, and uncontrolled. The walls seemed to tremble with it. “Innocent?” I repeated, turning slowly, my eyes glowing faintly. “Do you think innocence matters right now?” I asked, and the guards froze.