My Last Innocent Year Novels & Stories

A year ago "Oh innocent Nikolas, you were so blinded by your love for me you couldn't even see it was all a plot to get her out of your life"she says chuckles and it hits me hard, Amelia was innocent I didn't believe her. There is a painful twist in my heart,like some is stabbing me.

I never asked why. And when I told her once, bitter and hollow, that I wished I could die in my sleep and let the world bury me, she had smiled and said, “The woes of the innocent are only for a short time, but the punishment of the guilty lasts forever.” That line haunted me, comforted me, carried me. "Are you getting out soon?" she asked suddenly, snapping me from my thoughts. "I don’t know," I muttered, lying back on the thin mattress, staring at the ceiling.

” “One last question, and we’ll wrap this up. Can you tell me what year we’re in? I took a sharp breath, trying to think past the haze in my mind. Why was it so difficult to remember the year? I dug deeper. “2017.” “No...” Mum cried before the sound broke into a sob. The doctor quickly wrote something down before glancing at the young man. I followed his gaze, meeting the young man's stare. His eyes were blank, giving nothing away. My gaze trailed sideways, taking in my parents. Dad was as pale as ever while Mum stood behind him, crying hysterically. My heart began to race. “What?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “What's wrong? What did I say wrong?”

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

@ALEKHYA ROYAL POV@ according to world I'm the luckiest person best husband and best daughter good status and everything but I regret onething in my whole life if I have a chance I want to change everything the sin I committed though its not my mistake I let someone suffer because of me I want to forget but how can I forget the unforgivable mistake by me I want to correct it its 20 years still I didn't proved I'm innocent may be I can't prove myself as innocent ever there is no way left for me to prove my innocence

Joana nudged him, “be nice!!” “No, he’s right, I did, that’s why there’s been a lot of evil going on in the world lately, and the year 2020 was the cap of it all. I won the former one, and it was a century of peace and good prospering.” “So, when is the next battle between you and Yang?” “Next year.” “It’s not far at all, I hope you win this time,” Joana said.

"It's not just my plan. Don't act like you're innocent!" I frowned at the scene. I had been guessing the culprit, but I never expected it to be him. What happened thirty-one years ago?

“Shhh, are you stupid!” “Ah, sorry…” She is just two years younger. And being 26 years, I know that I was never like that two years back. Vincent Smith. The name that causes shivers in every person’s body. I am gonna finally meet him today. This has got me more trouble than anything I ever did. You know, one wrong word, and you are dead the next second. He is the most ruthless man of the decade. Of course, that wasn’t an award, but everyone knows that. A decade because his dad was cruel too.

Every person has been given a different understanding. She looked down before she decided to voice out her thinking, “I can’t save the body from getting dirty like a cloth, but I can save the soul from getting dirty. This may sound funny to people, but for me, my innocence is still intact.” Rebecca remained silent. “If my body commits a crime, it will get mixed in the soil and beyond that, it can’t receive anything, but if the soul sins, it’ll burn in the fire of hell which will never end.”

She looked happy and relaxed something Miho had long forgotten existed and on top of that she was really beautiful. Was this what Lee meant when he said mother was perfection? Miho thought to herself. Miho found herself digging on the memories of her rehearsing for her play in front of Lee. By then she was ten years old. “Go on” Lee had said while lying on the couch horizontal with a piece of paper which had all Miho’s lines on his hands. “Let the princess goat...” Miho had said. “It’s go not goat” Lee had said looking at the piece of paper.