Novel & Cerita Losing All My Innocence

He wanted to extinguish the fire he claimed to see in me. No. The thought was quiet at first, a whisper in the wreckage. But it grew louder, stronger, resonating with a part of me that was older and deeper than my fear. No. I thought about the kids at the center. The kids who came from nothing, who had been told their entire lives they were worthless. The kids who fought and scraped and clawed for every single scrap of dignity and hope they could find. I remembered a fifteen-year-old girl named Maria, whose father had sold her for drug money, who had walked into the center with a black eye and a baby on her hip, yet still managed a smile that could light up a room. I remembered a boy named R

His eyes are now the same color as my terror. Dark Dark I can't breathe. "Are you prepared for exact revenge?" He beams a devilish grin. No You never know when it's you who needs to make restitution. Now it's occurring. a first for me. Girls in college discuss their initial experiences. Before turning eighteen, someone lost her virginity. She likes to snuggle after sex, which makes them blush. We've never had sex, yet Ronald still holds me every night. When I caught him, he had, but now he plays the game. He simply causes harm to people, and I am his next victim.

The hailing produced cackling sounds as it hit the wind chimes that echoed in the silence of the Mirza’s house. “There’s only one green eyes girl for whom your heart melts.” She elaborated as I sighed. She was indeed a step ahead of me. “You know how much of a burden I had on my shoulders that I couldn’t save my best friend from my husband and after that I lost her daughter. I couldn’t keep her in my house before but now you made that possible. At first I ignored the way you look at her but when you came in my room announcing that you want to marry her then I glanced at her. The same eyes and there were the same innocence in her eyes like before but the sparkles are nowhere to be seen now. S

Geneva said to her she may take a seat, and then Cindy bowed her head then she sat. Every single day Cindy asks herself why it should be her, she asks God why she should suffer even she's too young, Cindy has been almost perfect ever since but look at her now, she's nothing. Cindy's life taught us that not all life you will be in a good state of life, be humble every single day. Don't ever let yourself drag anyone down because one day you can't handle it if you are in the situation. After 4 years, Cindy and Geneva had already grown up they preparing to enter Secondary School after they graduated,

I am also aware how the girl who always kept people at arm’s length, and never trusted any man, has now got rather warm affection for at least two Carrero men and a debatable something for their angry master. I wake up on the morning of my birthday in a pre-decided crappy mood. It started before I got into bed, and although I shouldn’t put so much emphasis on one shitty day a year, I can’t help it. It’s not just my birthday, it’s the day she let that bastard do what he did to me and changed my entire life. That fateful day aged eleven years old, that day my mother really lost her right to call herself that, once and for all. So I am in no mood to really celebrate the anniversary of the death

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.

Perhaps this is what life wanted to teach her, but with that, she had to suffer, too. We all learn from mistakes, after all. Whatever happened, happened only because of an innocent passion. Thank goodness that passion did not become more dangerous. But because this innocence could not be ignored in that passion, she needed to be forgiven in the end. We can never forget that passion resides in all of us. Some suppress it and some keep it emerging by making it a desire to live. Passion is innocent until madness joins hands with it. And because she found understanding before madness tried to mix into it, that same innocence earned her forgiveness.

"My name is Daisy." "Fuck. I can't believe this is happening to me. You're the new girl that has got all the guys riled up. You can't believe what they'd give me to trade cells. You've probably just got me killed." He complained, walking to the bunk bed and then climbed up the small ladder. "I'm sorry." She whispered, playing with her fingers guilty.

Marcus I saw her again. At least, I thought I did. That distinction should have made me feel better. It didn't. I had spent enough years convincing myself that what happened was over. There were facts I couldn't change, mistakes I couldn't undo, and one death I couldn't take back. My sister was dead. I knew that. I'd known it for years. Yet twice now, I had looked across a street and seen a woman who made every part of me question what I knew. The first time, I called out to her. She stopped. That was what I couldn't get past. She stopped. If I'd mistaken some random woman for my sister, she should have kept walking. Maybe she would have looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe she would have ig

She whispered inwardly, though no words left her lips: You are not her anymore, she's dead. Yet, even as she told herself this, she felt the faint ache of longing, the ghost of who she used to be tugging at her. A part of her missed that innocence, that warmth, that smile, that admirable character. But innocence had cost her everything. Caring had left her shattered. Trusting had destroyed her. So she had become this. And she would never go back. The moment was just a reminder for herself, to remind herself how she started, how it hurt back then, how she was betrayed by the people she loved the most.