Innocent Witness Novels & Stories

they said, their voice laced with urgency. Eamon straightened, his attention fully focused. “What happened?” “There’s a new murder scene. It’s different this time—the victim was killed in the act of committing a crime. The killer was interrupted, and there’s a witness.” A witness. The word hung in the air, heavy with possibility. This was the break they’d been waiting for, a chance to finally catch the killer—or at least get closer to them. “The witness is human,” the team member continued, “Injured during the encounter. They’re being taken to the hospital now.”

He's a very important person in my life. I snap my head up when I hear the door to the room open up. An unfamiliar young man walks in. He looks about the same age as Alpha Lucien and the aura he exudes makes me understand that he has a high rank in the pack. He's probably the Beta. "Alpha Lucien, there's a new witness." My heart stops. A new witness. He's definitely referring to my case. Why do witnesses keep showing up to point accusing fingers at me? I didn't do anything.

She looked trough the documents and felt her heart accelerating. ACE MARTINEZ SENTENCED FOR ONE YEAR FOR BEATING UP ELDERS AND PROFITING NON ESSENTIAL SOURCES . This couldn't be true right? Oh boy how she was wrong. She threw the papers on the floor and ran upstairs . This wasn't true ! She's lying ... Ace wouldn't hit someone who was older . He's not the type of person just do that ! But was he truly the nice boy she knew from the first day of school ? Was it all lies .She thought as she ran to her closet and sat down. She needed to get out of here. Maybe the Queen would help here ? No she made it clear that she couldn't help.

Then it was my turn. I took the stand slowly, belly making the witness box feel cramped. The courtroom fell silent as I swore on the Bible. The prosecutor wasted no time. “Mrs. Voss — or should I say Miss Harper — did you witness the defendant stab Marcus Hale?” “Yes,” I said clearly. “I saw my husband defend our family from a man who broke into our home with the intent to kill us.” “Objection — leading.” “Sustained.”

“Someone doesn’t want me to prove my innocence. You think I’d erase my own defense?” He shrugged. “Desperation makes people unpredictable.” The quiet laughter that followed from the board members hit harder than any insult. I sat down slowly, heart hammering against my ribs. The next hour blurred together. Witnesses were called. Accountants, assistants, IT specialists. Every one of them spoke in clipped, emotionless sentences that painted me as reckless or careless at best and guilty at worst. Cassandra sat in the back, head tilted slightly, as if watching a show she already knew the ending to.

This is utterly ridiculous! "Alright," Professor Watson sat up. "Let's begin then," he said, adjusting his spectacles. "According to the complaint, the witness has stated that Miss Winslow was 'forcefully pushed' by Dr. Decarlo here; identifying Ms. Winslow as the victim and Dr. Decarlo as the offender," Offender!? Ouch... "Excuse me, Professor Watson, But how could the witness call himself a 'witness', when he has not witnessed anything at all?" Mr. Decarlo said, eyeing Mr. Burke menacingly.

"Someone else? That's not a defense. That's a distraction. Move on." Rebecca's confidence was cracking. She called two more witnesses. A neighbor who saw Amelia arguing with Marisa. A security guard who placed Amelia near the kitchen that night. Each time, Mr. Harris objected. Each time, the judge agreed with him. Finally, Rebecca turned to Amelia. "The defense calls Amelia Favino to the stand." Amelia stood slowly. Her legs felt weak. She walked to the witness stand and sat down. The courtroom went silent. Everyone watched her. Judge Morrison leaned forward. "Mrs. Favino, you are under oath. Do you understand?"

There was no way I could point out myself as innocent, because I held the knife in my hand when they walked in. “My love, it's me. There's no way I would have done this, seriously you have to believe me. I only walked in here and discovered this,” I explained. “You're such a bloody liar!” He retorted “If you don't believe me,I'm ready to prove my innocence,” “There's a witness Ashley!”he yelled back. “Wait, what! What witness?” I was shocked. My eyes dwindled towards the audience and back to the young man who stood angrily at me. His hands clenched.

"Please ma. I am very sorry for the loss but I am saying with all truthfulness, I wasn't the one that killed them. Please. Even Alpha Orion… " As soon as I mentioned his name, I remembered calling his name before I passed out, I remembered asking him for help. Was he the one that got them killed? I am just so confused that I don't even know the next step they would take on me again. But suddenly, someone raised his hand, coming forward to madam Betty. "I want to make a quick statement, please. I am a witness of what happened yesterday. Anita here is innocent. She was actually tied on the something like a storm entered this quarter, pushing those men to the ground, dismantling them from beati

“However, he has chosen silence. He gave me one instruction to place on the record, and I will honor it.” The judge stared for a long moment, then sighed. “As you wish.” Breanna returned to her seat, victory heavy in her chest. Statistically she was winning. Yet Antonio’s silence was making it taste like ash. The prosecutor took the floor again. “Your Honor, the state would like to present eyewitness testimony from Liza Minnelli, mother of victim John Minnelli.” “Permission granted.” .