Paradise Of Innocence Novels & Stories

She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her. “This is amazing, a paradise. I have lived in the City of Bloom my whole life, but I never once thought that there was a paradise here. I wonder if I can go back here once I leave,” she murmured to herself. She sighed as she thought of ways on how she should live her life right now. She just hopes that a miracle will come and give her back her old life, or maybe she can start a new life with what her father left for her. She stayed a little longer, and it was starting to get dark already when she heard someone calling her. She stood up and looked around and saw something from the other side of the lake.

Four As the stranger continued to observe her, he was reminded of the fragility of innocence, how easily it could be lost. He felt a protective instinct, a desire to shield her from the harsh realities of life, to preserve the purity that shone so brightly in her eyes. At that moment, the stranger realized that he had stumbled upon something truly special. He had encountered a soul untouched by the cynicism and despair that often characterized the world. Maybe he was right, or maybe he was wrong. But one thing was for sure, he saw innocence in her eyes. Her innocence was a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty and goodness to be found.

We camped wherever our hearts desired, by rivers, in meadows, beneath towering oaks, and shared whispered dreams beside crackling fires. Sometimes, we swam in brooks so clear they mirrored the sky, chasing each other through the water like playful spirits. We played silly games, told ridiculous stories, and laughed until our stomachs ached. Every night felt like a stolen piece of paradise, and I held it tightly, terrified it might slip away. But paradise had its cracks. The necklace around my neck was growing darker, its grip tighter, its power stronger. I could feel it, like a serpent coiling tighter around my throat. Some nights, it burned. Some nights, it simply ached with a heaviness I c

"The Phoenix created that herself." "What does a Paradise look like?" "You know it," Miranda said. "Close your eyes and remember the things you can still think of it." Kristina did as she was told. The sand was still hot from the day and it was so hard to find that comfort and peace in a place so hot and barren. She felt she was naked - all her truth exposed to the unknown world. But, she tried to see that world she dreamed: the world that she remembered. In truth, she could still see it but it pained her. That world was not there.

To help with the shoes. I left the restaurant feeling like a sick psycho, one night I was having sex with a hitman, and the second I was crushing over an innocent girl, she’s way too innocent for someone like me, my darkness would crush her innocence, she can’t survive in my world, it would be the end of her innocence. Sometimes flowers could just be seen and smelled, picking them off the ground would kill them, that’s how things would end if I tried to do something to that girl, I’d kill her innocence, she’s not mine, I just had to leave her be.

I watched him cross the clearing with the attention of someone who is trying not to watch and is not entirely succeeding, and the clearing around me seemed to exhale with the quality of a thing that has been holding its breath and has finally been given permission to breathe, the leaves finding their movement again and the birds finding their voices and the wind finding the particular direction that made the most sense for the morning. The young Omegas had completed their exercises without knowing what else had happened in the same space, and their faces were the faces of people who have been changed by the morning in the ways they were intended to be changed by it and are carrying those cha

But the amber-eyed God remained. The panic subdued and, I broke into a run. The background blurred into an abstract painting in multi-colors, and my feet never stopped to linger, and peak into another's life. When I came closer, he reached out his arm and held me by my wrist. With a gentle tug pulled me out into the meadows we came upon initially. Looking back I saw the same youthful town I saw before. "If we are in Paradise, what was it that I saw?" I asked, the adrenaline still pumping-strongly through my veins.

This was not Paradise…and how much did her heartbreak when she saw the familiar sights pasted on her figure? Darkness, coldness and bitterness mightily resonated in the lifeless features of a man whose gigantic figure was terrifyingly looming over hers. A loud pang of insecurity and fear of the unknown suddenly rumbled in the back of Ophelia's ears. Her hands fell to the sides as energy escaped from her tiny being. Nothing was making sense — now she knew very well that this was no Paradise.

Her voice floats, takes off, asks: Who are you? Who am I? Is it real to touch the sky? Nothing's real for the sky, Said the birds of paradise I'm afraid, can't you see?! Tell me, where do you carry me? You will soon realize! — Said the birds of paradise. - uu-u uu-u Flying home, flying home To the land that you once had known To the peace that once was true For a little girl like you.**

Lindsay pouted her lips in displeasure and crossed her arms over her chest. And like a sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughterhouse, we walked into the cold portal, wondering what fate had in store for us. The portal began closing in on us till Lindsay was eventually far from conspicuous. It felt like a trip on a flight, only that the mode of transportation was by air through a magical hurricane. It kept swirling us around for some seconds before releasing us in a desert-like place which was a sharp contrast from where the hurricane picked us from. We were only surrounded by large mountains, blazing hot scorching sun, whitish beach-like sand, hills and valleys, and a large body of the pu