Innocent And Naive Novels & Stories

"But slowly, I realized she’s too naive for this world. She’s too naive and innocent for you." The words slammed into me like a hammer. Too innocent for me? I thought that too. Once. In the beginning. But I had been wrong. Iris wasn’t innocent. Not in the way Susan meant. Naïve, yes—too trusting, too foolish, too willing to believe in love when it had been the very thing tearing her apart. But innocence? That was a lie. A lie people told themselves when they saw her big, spellbound eyes. A trick of the light, an illusion that made them underestimate her.

They did not want me to help her, they wanted her to stay like that. Emma was naïve, innocent, and pure while they were devilish, manipulative, and vicious. She was just excited to try new things and experience new adventures in her college life, but she got herself into a hell hole, and neither did she know the way out nor did she allow anybody to help her. She was so fed up with her old life that she started to act recklessly when she got the chance to somehow run away from it.

She chipped in. Now as much as I found her innocence cute and charming, I was scared for her, because in the real world—as I've learned from experience, they'd eat you alive. Being naive is not an option if you want to survive. Sometimes I've wondered how she's managed to survive all these years in the wild forest. "For the right price, anyone would betray anybody." I said, and there was a sudden silence, making me wonder if my statement would be perceived as a reflection of my irrational philosophy.

Her cheeks were red, even in the dark. She bit her lip and looked out the window like she hadn’t just wrecked me completely. I pulled into the overlook. The city stretched out below us in a million tiny lights. She turned to me, her smile still soft, still a little nervous. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” she whispered like it was a secret. “I’ve never wanted to be one before,” I admitted, just as quiet. She blinked, stunned. I scratched my neck. “I don’t know how to say this right. I’m not good with feelings. Or soft shit. But I want you to know I’m trying.”

"I think I'd rather tell him myself now. If you see him around tonight, tell him to come find me. I look forward to talking to him." Frozen to the spot, I stood there and watched her walk away without so much as a good-bye. Naïve had always been a word I associated with females. Young innocent girls who got taken by guys, especially older ones. But I knew now how naïve I'd been. Even as the older more mature of the two, for a moment I had to wonder if it didn't apply to me. I tried to convince myself but wasn't sure I actually believed I could laugh off the encounter with little Ms. Madeline Hellman and never look back.

“If you want me so badly, if I’m the prize, then take me! Just stop this relentless, terrifying assault. Stop killing innocent people who have done nothing to you!” “Innocent?” His voice sharpens, but only slightly, like a bored teacher correcting a minor error. “Tell me honestly child, do you, in your heart, truly believe that wolves are innocent creatures? How naive. If I’d had an honest choice in the matter, I certainly wouldn’t have chosen to be born one.”

She might have that innocent face but who knows she can be one of my biggest enemies. Innocent ones are the most deceiving ones in my case. She is indeed clever...she ain't naive neither she acts like one. I hate those girls who act dumb or naive just to look innocent but they aren't really innocent. It's just a facade to allure someone and alluring me is impossible.

He said reassuring me with a smile so genuine you would think he would be an innocent angel really not the devil in disguise. I continued to think about a plan when we arrive at my parent's house, I look up got out of the car walked up to the front door pissed off that I couldn't just leave this horrible place leave everything, and start a new life but life didn't have that type of plan for me. The door opens my mum stepped up to hug me but I step around her and ignore my father and mother how dare they send me away without my consent to a stranger's house, how improper was it that they just couldn't accept my happiness it just had to be about them.

The truth is, I’ve never ridden a horse before, and seeing them up close is terrifying. “Then go ahead,” he says with a smirk, clearly aware of my fear. I approach hesitantly, gathering my courage. Just as I grab the reins, the horse neighs loudly. I jump back and land hard on the ground. Laughter erupts from the guards. The prince chuckles. “Shorty, now you understand why honesty is important. Come, get in the carriage with me. You’re my servant, after all. Besides, I have something to ask you.”

" I didn't tell him that I have heard this name from Sehreyar's grandma. If I say his name then bhaiya will definitely understand what's happening in my life. That's why I have to lie. Hearing me, he lost the full colour of his face and I saw some emotions in his eyes. He is looking guilty and hurt. His eyes are holding too much pain. He replied almost crying," Meher, I am not a good person. I have done many injustices in my whole life. I have destroyed an innocent person's life. I am a sinner." " What are you saying bhaiya? Please, tell me everything clearly. What have you done? I asked him worriedly.