Losing All My Innocence Novels & Stories

I stopped touching my lips after that. Or at least I tried to. The truth was, during those two weeks, I learned more than I had in years inside the convent. Not from books or from prayers...from people. I learned how desire changes someone’s eyes. How guilt makes people defensive and how attraction makes people reckless. And most importantly, I learned that innocence was the easiest thing to manipulate because innocent people always believed others would play fair too. I was done being innocent. That version of me had already died the moment Adrian kissed me inside that library.

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.

She has given her best, she has fought but all her attempts have rendered useless as she was no match to a group of around twenty starved beasts. Instead in return it has only had them tear the flimsy clothes she was wearing leaving her naked to their eyes. They have rooted their canines to torn it to only sniff it and fight for it next. Shredding it to pieces. She has experienced fear a lot of times before, but the fear of loosing her innocence was not what she expected. It was soul scarring and she knew right then that even if she lives another day after this, she will not be the same person. She will be loosing a very valuable part of her soul which can’t be brought back.

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.