My Last Innocent Year Novelas e Histórias

I placed the box on my desk and started to pick one file at a time starting from the year 2000, how many years have passed. Smaller than I expected, there were only ten and below people recorded in every year. I found nothing suspicious except another Japanese guy. It's been bothering me for a while because if he has heard of my new-last name made by that bastard. He'll translate it and tell it to other people. Depressed, I reached for the very last file after reading the last one. Year 2015. While turning page to page, I found Clay's name and picture. So he tried his luck in this year, huh.

“Witches are disgusting. I’ve been trying to get away from them since I was ten. They keep finding me.” “Yes, I know. We’re not that different, you and I.” Innocent pulls a worn envelope from the inside of his jacket and pushes it across the table at me. “Read that.” I don’t move. “What is it?” “A letter from my mother. She sent it to me just before she died. Read it.” I’m suddenly filled with apprehension. I don’t want to know what’s in that letter. “No. I don’t want to.” Innocent draws the whip across the table. “It’s not a request.”

Their adolescence was such a long time ago and they still hold grudges. Despite the fact that Lucy was innocent, Nina could not let go of her resentment and continued to treat her poorly. This made Lucy determined to prove her wrong, and eventually, after so many years, she was able to do so. Her victory was a symbol of triumph for all the people who had been wronged and mistreated in the past. I replied, "That was a fascinating story. Could you please let me know when everyone started watching? I didn't hear a thing." Alpha King smiled and put his arms under my waist and said, "Because you were so caught up in their moment."

“No. He’d never do it. Take my word for it.” A tired sigh escapes me. I don’t know what else to think. If the professor is innocent, I still can’t be seen around him. People will begin to talk and before you know it, I might be tagged a slut for a murderer or something. It’s always like that for girls in my school, even when we’re not the ones at fault. “Okay. So what if he’s innocent? It doesn’t make any difference. This is something that happened five years ago and is still tagged to his name. It’s like, for life,” I counter Nicole’s argument.

Three got 25. One of them, a twenty-something musclehead who ran hits, sobbed like a child when they gave him 18 years. The last two got less, five years and six months, but the judge made it clear: “You are not innocent. You are complicit. This court will not forget.” Neither would I. As they were dragged out in cuffs, I stood up. Guards flanked me instantly like I might attack. But I didn’t. I just stood there. Watching.

Finn POV "My dad was innocent. Everyone in that place knew, but I was his only alibi, and I was only eight. Nonetheless, your dad was the bad guy, and more than twenty cops were his alibi, and he has a lawyer for a wife. That day the Hayes lost, for it was a detective and lawyer against an eight years old kid." I told the girl sleeping next to me after wiping my face. I avoid narrating my eight years birthday because it always came along with pain accompanied by running eyes.

My mother’s killer is still keeping tabs on me a dozen years later? I suck in a breath, then turn to look at my Bud, who watches me expectantly. This is a complication we fucking don’t need. Thorne’s and Ruiz’s silent gazes settle on me. They are leaving the next move to me, allowing me to bow out if I want. No way am I making the same mistake I made a dozen years ago. At sixteen, I couldn’t begin to protect Lila. At twenty-eight? Bring it on. This time, I’ll handle everything differently.

I tried to convince him after sighing heavily. He looked determined and it was not good. He was known for ruining everything good and pure. And I think I just provoked him by saying that she was innocent. Unconsciously and Unwantedly. “ What's this innocent's name? ” He asked in a light tone and I had to sigh for nth time. There was no saving now. I turned around to glance in the direction where she was present a moment ago and a whisper left my lips imagining about her doomed future. “ Alice. Alice Anderson. ”

Roselle's Pov: After the end of the Ball, I went home I got out of the limo in thought this is still so surreal I feel like it is a nightmare, I twist around suddenly annoyance running through me. "I wanted to do everything by the book, date, boyfriend, and girlfriend for a year or two that would lead to finally getting married and having kids in that specific order, but now that's obviously not going to work out for me because I'm now completely stuck in this predicament between a guy I've barely known over a week period this is not the 18th century and I'm not a cow up for auction" I exclaimed as they just stand there at my sudden outburst

Sleep well where you are and wait for me. Five Years Later……