Losing All My Innocence Novels & Stories

She looked so innocent and helpless, but it took a lot of courage for her to run away from marriage that first time, as she had. She could be my angel, my innocence in the midst of the perverted world I lived in. I didn't like the idea of ​​her getting her hands dirty. She didn't need to kill anyone, because I was there to do it for her. However, I understood all her fears very well. Donatella was crazy, and she really could have done worse if I hadn't shown up. Lais was right; she needed to protect herself, whether I liked it or not. I glimpsed blood and semen on the sheet, the clear sign that I had taken her virginity and deposited my seed in her womb. It had been ten years of waiting for

"Now that he's dead, his children are taking me to court over the inheritance. They want to throw me out with nothing to my name! They even hit me!" Despite his usual calm and composed demeanor, Jerome shattered a glass that day. From that moment on, a rift grew between us—an unbridgeable chasm we could never cross. … It was still dark outside when the sound of the front door's digital lock echoed through the house. Half-asleep, Jerome pressed his fingers to his temple and sat up with an annoyed look. "So, you still remember that you have a home to return to?" We both turned to look at the door—he, a man, and I, a mere spirit.

Having just found herself being deceived by her true love and lost faith in the whole world, it’s difficult for her to feel bound by shame or any other kinds of moral standards. “Have a good trip,” She spoke softly to the cute little boy, and then printed a deep, gentle kiss on his forehead. The little boy Eric symbolized all her happiness, all her sweet simple dreams in that narrow, smelly but warm and cozy hotel. Now her dream woke up and everything was gone. From now on, she won’t be that kind, simple, innocent Amelia anymore.

Morning light struggled to get through Steven's office window, dense folds of fabric, and flooded golden warmth into the room. Steven was awake. His mind had gone round and round all night. Ruby's small face before him as he had seen—how she concealed herself in Clara, weeping, her shakie little hands. But still, he could hear the call of "Papa" from her. The guilt had left, now supplanted with lust. It was a flame that burned within him, one that no whiskey or authority could extinguish.

seeing the great changes in him today. All the while he was lost listening to his grandma’s words. He still couldn’t comprehend what Grandma said…he felt heart would burst anytime with happiness. ‘Look there is your wife, your soulmate…’ she turned behind and suddenly Anna walked in with wet eyes. ‘If you want to ask for forgiveness then ask for forgiveness from Anna with whose simplicity and innocence you always played.’

Violence is not always the solution. "I wish I am like you Ella. You remind me of a Teflon you know." "Teflon?" "You are like coated with Teflon. Like nothing can destroy or penetrate your bright personality but even if someone succeeded you bounces back. Like nothing happened" Huh. Really? If she saw me a few hours ago crying and trembling in the corner of the printing room she will never say that.

Her hallow eyes had suddenly grew a spark which was much deeper than that of fire. Suddenly there were gun shots as Miho’s pencil’s lead graphite broke on the paper. Those gunshot sounded identical to those she had heard before her father disappeared from her life. Miho rapidly opened the car’s door and jumped out into pavement. “Miss Wen!” Jerik yelled while rapidly stepping on the brakes. He rapidly got out the car but Miho had already disappeared into the crowd. “Damn it!” he yelled while kicking the ground.

So happy, innocent and carefree. Her face soon turned into a frown as the sadness of losing that innocence washed over her. These strange men, these monsters, had stolen something from her that could never be brought back—her virginity and trust in human beings. Minnow's phone chimed, and she secretly hoped it was Saylor. She could need some of his kind words and cheer up. She glanced at the display, and curls rolled like waves through her body. "Oh, no, not Chad", she grumbled nervously.

I was engrossed I n m y thoughts when suddenly I felt him holding m y shoulder very lightly. And just like this, m y all the promises t o myself fly out from the window, and again I started feeling nervous. "You know what.... Your this innocence i s making t o loose m y mind. Your this same innocence i s ruining m e Aashirya and I a m fucking loving t o b e ruined by i t." H e whispered i n m y ear with his each and every word were dripping with some different kind o f different emotions. Something very passionate and something very pure...

I reached up and took the first bottle I could grab, wanting something to burn the memory out of me. I twisted off the cap, poured a shot into a small glass and swallowed it down. It scorched my throat, but the pain felt almost good. This was my reality now. Today it had been Rafael. Tomorrow it could be Leone. In less than a day of being married to the two devils, I had lost something I could never get back. My innocence. My dreams. Everything I had built my life on. I was going to take my life back, no matter what it cost. And when I did, I was going to ruin them.