Novel & Cerita My Last Innocent Year

If we put aside the fact that you did not know it was me that night, even if you knew it was me, perhaps you did not need to wait until now but would have killed me a long time ago, right? I’m saying all this now just to tell you this. Six years ago, when I was so-called whipping up a storm in South City, I simply innocently got involved in your circle. I was caught in between you, Nigel the Lynn family, I was like a joke and clown. What exactly have I done wrong? I didn’t seduce Nigel, and I also never took the initiative to approach you. However, all of you played me to the point that I lost all sense of direction. I’m a girl with no parents and was also pregnant with a child. You tell me,

That stung. It stung in a specific way because it told me that in his head I was still the sixteen year old girl who had sat across his dinner table four years ago. Quiet. Young. Off limits in every way. He still saw that girl when he looked at me and I was not that girl anymore. I was twenty one years old. I wrote explicit fiction for forty seven thousand people. I knew exactly what every item in that drawer was for. Being a virgin was not the same thing as being innocent and I was tired of people who did not know me assuming the two were identical. "I'm not as innocent as you think," I shot back, my voice coming out sharper than I meant it to. The words hung in the air between us, defiant,

"You didn't seem to care about our nine years when you exiled me." "I was wrong! I was so wrong!" Liam's voice was choked with tears. "Please, help me! You're the only one who can prove my innocence!" "Innocence?" I laughed. "Liam, you personally faked evidence to frame me as a spy. What innocence are you talking about?" "I can give you money! Status! Anything you want!" he completely broke down. "Please, Harper!" I looked down at the once-unbeatable Alpha. Nine years ago, he had looked down on me and said, "Without me, rogues would've torn you to shreds by now."

Liza felt scrutinised as Gina circled her rising her arms watching her Gina said ' what a tint petite thing, you look innocent , are you up for this , we make fantasies of all types including the depraved come true" Liza stood there, her gaze piercing into Gina's soul, her determination radiating from her every pore. She held her head high, for she knew that this was the very essence of survival. It was the difference between her little boy having a safe haven and a warm meal, or facing the harsh realities of a merciless world. Gina, taken aback by the sheer tenacity in the young woman's eyes, was momentarily stunned.

He leaned in close, his voice a low mutter slicing through the murmur of offers and laughter. “She's clean as they come,” he said, his eyes flicking toward Cecilia's table across the room. She was perched with that wide-eyed poise, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her water glass, oblivious to the wolves circling. “No whispers of dirt on the girl. There’s no ties to the family business, no skeletons. Pure enough to break Dominic without him seeing it coming.”

Every Dollar I'd earned from racing, the illegal underground matches, the gambling rings went into my backpack. My clothes, a few photos of my mom from better times and a single notebook with sketches Noelle and I used to draw when we were little. I left a note on my bed: "I'm not coming back. Don't look for me. You trained me to survive, and that's what I'm going to do." -Nico. I walked down the hallway, past the weapon room, past Noelle's door. Did she even care anymore? I didn't know. I opened the garage, hopped on my matte-black Ducati, and drove..

It did not start from the time we pranked our friends and wore matching onesies. It starts from a time I remember distinctly. I can recall the events as if they just happened yesterday. It actually begins from our last year of high school. Specifically the last summer before the last year of high school. √√

I haven't seen the man in six years and he wants to make amends now! "Look Joe. I've been good without you. I got through high school and college without you. I became who I am today without you. I don't know why you want to make amends now, but I don't need your sorrys or whatever it is that you want to say to me. You gave me a rough life after mom died and I can't just wipe those horrific memories from my mind. You just being here brings them all back up," I say tautly. Once again he looks stunned by my words. His brows furrow and his lips dip down on each side.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

Aini is a 6th semester student at the end of the Faculty of Economic Management who is looking for an internship for her final assignment because she wants to finish college within 4 years. In fact, he should have solved it within 3 years, but how else could he have a thorny problem? Every so often he didn't even do anything, was always blamed. That's how life is, sometimes it's not fair to live it. But no matter what, life must go on without or anyone cares.