Innocent Games 소설 & 이야기

The one he’d given me with the "books." I picked it up. It was already on. I swiped through the screens. E-reader. Music. Browser. My fingers trembled as I opened the browser. I typed in G***l. It loaded. I almost cried with relief. He hadn't locked the internet. I logged into my account. My inbox was flooded. Spam. Newsletters. And then, one email that stood out. From: Dominic Henderson. Subject: SAFE. I clicked it, my heart in my throat.

Innocence was her accessory, her gem, a magnetizing trait of hers that pulled even the devil towards her. She was innocent and she was not acting like one. No, as he thought, she was pure like an angel. She knew nothing about what he wanted her to do. She would not even realize his forbidden intentions until he showed her. He smirked as a thought came inside his head for confirmation, and trust me, baby, soon, I will show you my dear intentions. My fantasies with you are not so decent. His eyes flickered once and then twice. He noticed the redness in her eyes. He saw her crying but never realized that the girl was scared of him so much that she did not even stop crying since he did not know

Next morning, ‘Businessman Sameer Ahuja’s house in Mumbai caught fire last night in which Sameer Ahuja and his wife got killed. Police are trying to find the cause of the fire. Their speculation is that it’s a case of arson. The interesting fact in all this is that Mr. and Mrs. Ahuja's one- year old daughter is missing. Police are trying to find……’ Anita stood up from her seat and came towards Amar who just entered the house.

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

Seeing the person, Ron’s eyes lit up instantly. “Yes, Yes… Sister Jazz is here. Now I will win for sure.” Ron said as he tugged to the sleeve of Jessica’s top. Jessica sat down near Ron as Father Fang set up the new game. Mother Fang also kept her book aside as she looked forward to the game between Jessica and her husband. ‘This game is worth watching. One is an old sly fox while the other is the searing Phoenix. Hehe… Let’s see who wins the game.’ The game started as all the eyes were on the game board.

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.

One of the guy remove her glasses and throw it on the floor and that's the time her 2 friends notice what is happening. Damnit! Is consent not a thing anymore? My blood is boiling and I am furious. I compose myself and went inside to meet my Ella's tormentors. They stop shouting when they saw me enter. "Gentlemen." I greet both of them. "Who are you?! What did we do to you?!" "This is illegal!" The other one shouts. "I don't think your brain has the capacity to understand what is legal and not. Don't you think?" "Let's play a a game shall we? I have a story for the both of you. Once I heard any noise one of my men will pull out one of your nails. Ready?"

Ezekiel's smirk widened letting his devilish gaze fall over the girl who was now standing on her aching feet staring at him with confused eyes, her doe purple crystals stared at him with such innocence that almost stopped his breathing. Damn that innocent gaze! It always made him crazy, the look she always shot him made him question how did she even held such a great power in her palm? And how the fuck he got her as his mate? The innocent frail fairy and a ruthless bloodthirsty veteran, the match didn't make sense but seemed like moon goddess loved playing games with him.

he started, sliding a black envelope across the desk. No sugarcoating. No buildup. Just another faceless target in a world of blood and silence. “Name?” I asked flatly. “Federico Moretti. Italian-born. New rival. He thinks he can run guns through our city.” My father’s lip curled in disgust. “Make it clean. No headlines.” I nodded. Simple enough. I didn’t ask questions. Not anymore. If there was one thing I was good at, it was getting my hands dirty and walking away clean.