Novel & Cerita Losing All My Innocence

Not to anyone. Her face, so young, still held traces of the girl she used to be — soft cheeks, a gentle jaw, lips that hadn’t yet learned how to fake a smile well. She had the look of someone who should’ve been somewhere else. A library. A classroom. A warm kitchen with someone humming nearby. Not here. Not in this dark palace of expensive sin. Her innocence hadn’t been loud — it had been quiet, tender, full of trust. And now, it was gone. Stripped from her in silence. Torn, not with violence of fists, but of a worse kind — the kind that steals without leaving blood.

Adi forgot about his friends and his toy collection and got lost with his Angel in their own little world. ~~~ It has been a week already since they did the funeral of Sameer and Shalini. Police were still trying to find the killers. To lighten the mood Amar planned a picnic for the whole family. “Mohan, did you put the snacks bag in the car?” Anita asked. “Yes Madam” Mohan replied and went inside the kitchen. “You did right by keeping Mohan at work here, Mom” Anita said. “He did save Meera's life. We can only do this for him” Radhika said.

Morris. "I... We had an accident just right after your dad and I left you in that house... Through that accident, I lost the ability to get pregnant and your father died on the spot... You could say it's retribution." "So my good father is dead... I'm sorry but I don't feel anything..." "Aubrey, please... You're my only child, please let me spend the remaining time of my life by your side as your mother..." "What are you talking about?" Aubrey said clenching her fist. She knows what her mother means but she refused to believe it.

It was the first time Jessica was cooking for anyone that is not her friend back in the USA. The thought of her friends bought a smile to her face as memories flooded in her mind. When she had left she was dipped in the pain and agony of losing her loved one. She was living a roaming dead body that would fall anytime. She was lifeless and had even forgotten how to smile. That was until she met them. They were near perfect and revived her body and brain. The years she spent there was like she was reborn. If they were by her side, she could even fight a storm.

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He went to walk towards the door he looked back at me and gave me a last look top to bottom, he gave me a smile, “Now don’t go breaking my heart sweetheart by standing me up, I’ll be right here at 7.” That was the last day of my innocence. Since then I have lost my savings, my closest friends, my family and everything I worked so hard for. My dreams went down the drain at that moment and I didn’t even know it.

I had crossed a line I swore I’d never cross. I remembered the first day I met Edwin. Bright-eyed, eager, so full of hope. I saw in him a reflection of myself, a younger version, perhaps, before the cynicism took hold. I’d wanted to protect that innocence, to harness it for the mission I believed in. But somewhere along the way, I’d lost sight of that purpose. I’d become the very thing I despised, a manipulator, a puppet master pulling strings behind the scenes.

“Please let me leave. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to kiss you. I don’t want you to touch me….” Andrew slowly steps back. “I see….” Silence fills the room. He’s not blocking the door anymore but I can’t bring myself to go out. I feel so… violated. So exposed and used and just… unwanted and unloved. Now, it’s not just Allie’s loss that hangs above us like a cloud. It’s also the loss of my innocence. The loss of my optimism and my belief in love. The loss of everything I held dear. I look into his blue eyes, the eyes that I hoped I would drown in someday, and I realized that I had made it so far inland that I don’t need to see them anymore.

” I said. I didn’t even flinch when he banged the thick glass between us. I look at him with no sense of interest like he doesn’t deserve any of my emotion. It’s been a year, and I feel like this is one of the things that has happened to me. I lost a lot of things, and one of those is my old self. The fun in me, the innocence in me. I feel like the world robbed it all. ”You ungrateful bitch! You’re nothing like your stupid mother!”

Not anymore. Who the hell was he, anyway? Just another bottom-feeder looking to join the pack. Another idiot trying to make his name by piling onto the “perverted freak.” The words didn’t cut like they used to. The first few weeks, maybe. Back when she'd cry so hard she puked. Back when she still believed the truth mattered. But people didn’t care about innocence. They cared about the spectacle. And in their eyes, she’d already been marked. She barely noticed the fog curling at the edges of her memory. Pain gave way to a different kind of tension. A shift. Smoke became shadow, and shadow became—