Novel & Cerita Inocente

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

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.

He looks young and innocent for his age, but we can't just judge people directly just because of their appearance. He may look innocent but he's dangerous. People who look innocent are the most dangerous to deal with. Never underestimate the silence of innocent people because the silence of innocent people is so dangerous than intelligent people’s thoughts. There's always a wild side to an innocent face. I don't trust anyone. I simply trust only myself. So I'm always quiet, careful of what words I'm going to throw out to my enemies. Tinagilid ko ang ulo ko at matiim pa rin 'tong tinitigan.

C Noeline.

Santo freezes, and I see the bitterness gradually creep over his features. "Yes, Lulu. And, instead of leaning on Matteo and me, you wanted the most dangerous of us. The only Ganovese who remains in the shadows. Elio Ganovese, the man in absolute control of his emotions. The man always in control of everything. Do you know how it felt the day he called you 'Luce dei miei occhi' (Light of my eyes*) without realizing it?"

A small, undignified snort escaped, and I immediately pretended to cough, because dignity, once lost, must at least be mourned. Julien stood up again, movements calm and practised, clearly resigned to his fate. This was not the reaction of a man surprised by chaos. This was a man who lived with it daily and had accepted it as part of his existence. “Lucas,” he said gently, the way only parents who had already said a name forty-seven times in the last hour could. There was no anger in his voice. Just tired affection. “Remember what we talked about?” Lucas skidded to a stop, trainers squeaking faintly against the floor. He looked up at Julien with wide, innocent eyes, as if this were a complet

Her pussy spasms around him, milking him for every drop, her body writhing beneath him. And then, the name tears from his throat, raw and unguarded. "Rocsan!" The single word hangs in the air, heavier than the silence that follows. It slashes through the haze of endorphins, through the warmth of the afterglow, like a knife through silk.

It gave me armor. Gino leaned forward. “Justice, right. You keep using that word like it’ll make what you’re doing noble. But listen to me — revenge that sacrifices the innocent doesn’t heal anything. It only makes you smaller.” He jabbed a finger toward the broken photo on my table—the one I hadn’t thrown away. “You’re already smaller than you were before, Lorenzo. You’re splitting yourself in two.”

Almost perfect. Almost.

END. Couldn't think of a perfect way to end this, anyway __ all in all, we have come to the end of our story , if you haven't said anything since we started , come on, this is your chance, please say something, anything, whatever , just anything you think about it... thanks for reading, don't forget to vote and thanks in advance for your feedback❤