Innocence Unveiled Novels & Stories

And indeed, Ivon's illusion broke the moment he watched a woman helplessly laying on the ground, even after the first man took his time with her, she tried to stand up and run away but the next man laughed grabbing her waist and easily throwing her on the near couch unfastening his belt. The man, the same damn man he idolized, cried for years, and vowed to give Justice after Cyril took his life right in front of his eyes wasn't any victim or a saint, he actually was the culprit. Ivon couldn't hold back and tears rapidly flew from his eyes as he watched the video with blurry eyes. The camera seemed worn out, the footage wasn't clear yet was enough for him to see the faces and recognize his fa

He yanked my phone from my pocket, typed quickly, and tossed it onto the floor with a grin. “There. Your man won’t come sniffing. He thinks you’re off staying with a friend.” Roderick. My blood ran cold. They had covered their tracks, shutting off the only chance of rescue. The trap was closing. *** Sisi’s POV Elsewhere, I sat in silence, staring at the box on the table. Cardboard. Harmless to anyone else. But I knew the weight it carried. Inside lay the choice I hadn’t thought I’d ever make. A gun.

I shook my head, almost breaking into tears, "He's gonna hurt me. He has a knife —" "Open the damned door!" He repeated; his smile was gone and replaced with a monstrous scowl. I flinched, and without hesitation, I opened the door and ran to go stand behind the one who held a phone. Noah burst inside, raged and furious. "I'm gonna slice you into pieces, bitch!" But then he froze, at the sight of the men, hiding the knife behind him. Coward! ************** REED ALCATRAZ

I said in defence. He scoffed incredulously, looking at me like I had just told him the biggest lie of the year. I just didn’t get why people find it so hard to believe I’m innocent. That I didn’t have the mind and heart to carry out such gruesome acts. First, it was Robert, Martin, every member of their family, and now, Noah of all people. Moving into this city to start my life afresh, I never imagined a day like this would happen. “That is such a clever way to cover up.”

My thumb brushed his jawline, forcing his face upward, forcing him to look at me. “You’ve been very quiet lately,” I continued, my voice smooth as poison. “Too quiet. No suspicious calls. No strange behavior. No mistakes.” I tilted his face side to side like I was examining something delicate, fragile, breakable. “Innocence is either purity…”My eyes narrowed. “Or a lie.” His jaw trembled, but his voice tried to hold. “I haven’t done anything.” “A bold statement,” I breathed, “from someone trembling under a towel.”

Is she a mental case or she is well experienced in the killing. “Ma’am, you are suspected to be involved in the murder of the first wife of Mr.Han.” “Do you have evidence?” She was sure that these were just groundless assumptions and they had no evidence. but what happened next made her go pale with fear. Without any hesitation, the police officer took out an envelope from his jacket. It was a yellow-colored packet. He slowly recovered two pictures and a document from it. There was also a pen recorder. He played the pen recording. In just ten seconds of the playing the color on the faces of the mother-daughter vanished.

Anatoly took the microphone from the auctioneer's numb hand. "Vladislav Moroz," he said, accent thick and unapologetic, "is innocent. He did not commit fratricide. He did not murder his father. He did not murder anyone. The documents in my hand —statements, photographs, forensic reports, prosecutor's findings from years ago— prove that he was just an innocent child caught in the hand of circumstances. These documents will be released to every major news outlet on earth within the next thirty minutes." He let that settle.

“She doesn't know you” “And you do?” “I choose to believe that you are a good person and that you won't hurt us.” “How can I hurt you, when I don't even know what the hell I'm about?” “That's what we are here for.” I look around dubiously, ignoring the curious stares people are shooting at me. “Here?” “Yes, here.” I level a confused stare at her and I wait for her to explain further. “Left to my brother, you would stay in that house forever and nobody would know who you are. Thankfully, I'm here now and I will make sure the opposite happens, and there is no better time for it than tonight.”

I didn’t welcome him. “I…” my voice broke. “Then why am I still down here?” He stepped closer, slowly. “Because proving innocence in this court is not the same as claiming it. The wolves above us are watching us, they need to be sure you didn’t do it.” I swallowed hard. “But I didn’t do it. They should give me a chance to prove myself. I can investigate on my own.” “I will, But we must be careful. A single wrong step, and they’ll call it favoritism. Even treason on my part.”

Murmurs rippled, punctuated by glares of disgust and righteous fury. I met the camera's lens head-on, unflinching, and spoke with measured clarity. "I am innocent." A gasp swept the room, its collective sound almost orchestral in its disbelief. Before the next question could strike, the doors to the studio swung open with a resounding bang. "I have evidence proving Dr. Kingsley did not commit the crime of practicing medicine under the influence of alcohol!" The voice, assertive and brimming with authority, silenced the room. Heads turned as a sharp-suited young man strode confidently to the podium.