Inocente Novels & Stories

he pointed towards Rener, "he's the demon with whom I made a pact." Agatha's innocent gesture belied the gravity of her inquiry as she pointed towards Rener. "He's a demon?" Her tone conveyed a mixture of surprise and disbelief, seeking confirmation from Takumi, who nodded in affirmation. "He appears so innocent," Agatha remarked, mustering a polite smile. "No offense." "In the enigmatic visage of Innocense often lie veiled the abyssal depths of clandestine truths," Rener spoke which lightly tickled Agatha's vocabulary, so she turned back to Takumi, faking a cough.

Brooke Every time I comment about how different Iniko is, he thinks I’m talking about him having a human versus a dragon form or being my mate versus my brother. That’s not what I mean at all, or at least, not entirely. This reborn Iniko is very, very different from the one I knew before. That Iniko was smaller, sadder, and angrier. This Iniko is confident, loving, strong, caring, and honestly, everything I would have wanted in a mate. He’s practically perfect, except he has no memory of his previous life. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but it worries me.

Almost protectively. "Come," he said. "Meet my stepmother." The woman in white half smiled. Nicky was standing beside her at this point. It seemed he had met her already and they had been in conversation. "Alexa..?" She asked. "No, Ma'am. Alex," Dad corrected. "This is my daughter, Alexandra." "She's beautiful," the woman smiled. A hearty smile as she looked me up and down. "You have a beautiful family." Her thick Italian accent laced each word and emphasized 'beautiful.'

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CHAPTER FOUR ★ Rafael's POV ★ The girl was unconscious in my arms, her body limp and cold from the rain. I slid into the back seat of the SUV, keeping her carefully positioned against me. "Drive," I ordered Nicolas. "Safe house. Now." He didn't question me, just pulled away from the curb with practiced efficiency. I looked down at her face, pale in the dim interior light. Even unconscious, there was tension in her features fear that had burrowed so deep it lived in her bones.

he replied with a shrug. Sera nodded in understanding. "Bueno dias. Me hombre es Patrick," The physiotherapist spoke, eliciting a laugh from her. He was confused "It's nombre, not hombre. Hombre means "man." As her laughter faded, Sera corrected him. Patrick smiled back. "So, you're a friend or relative?" Patrick asked, and her smile slipped. Sera instinctively hid her arm behind her back and remained quiet, wondering what to tell him. She was neither a friend nor a relative. She was his mistress.

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

“ You lowly peasants ! “ said Annette enraged . “ They are right Annette . You should be thankful instead of being discourteous . “ said Antonio with a displeased expression when their eyes met . “ Sir Antonio ! “ said the guards bowing his head . “ Thank you for your hard work . I would like for you two leave us a minute alone . “ said Antonio . “ Sure sir ! “ said the guards with a smile then left , leaving Antonio and Annette alone . “ You are complaining too much for someone who has absolutely no right to say anything nor ask for anything . “ said Antonio . Annette turned her head and saw Antonio standing in front of her cell . “ You !…..All this happened because of you . How dare you sa