Paradise Of Innocence Novels & Stories

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

The sun rose above the sky. The smell of wet soil and dew wafted around the air. The harsh rays of the sun glittered on the two naked bodies entangled inside a picnic tent. Blessing's eyes fluttered open, blinking severally to clear sleep from her eyes. She looked at the naked man beneath her. Things had gotten out of control the previous night all because she was horny. She traced her slender fingers on his arm down to his abs. Her eyes stopped on the left side of his rib. There was a mark, as if sharp nails were embedded in his flesh.

Still dazzled by the light she tripped and fall on her knees. She heard people’s voices and music before regaining back her sight. She stared at the crowd of young men before her which looked terrified as she was. Suddenly she caught sight of a familiar face leaning against the sprayed walls. Hair covering his left eye, tattoo sticking out from his neck and a match stick in his mouth. Their eyes suddenly met causing them to freeze. “Who is she?” asked a fat young man wearing a bucket hat. “I don’t know but she’s definitely not from around here” replied a man with a mustache.

Roselle's Pov: I lay down on my bed in complete silence, my parents are now getting a divorce 'god how did we end up here I thought turning on my side looking out the window sighing out, I thought our family would be held together more firmly but I guess I understand, I wouldn't want my parents in a loveless marriage just because of their kids I wouldn't want that on anyone. I turn on my back again, hearing a soft knock behind the door "Who is it?" I asked

Next scene, Stella should wake up in the morning because it is Sunday, a lot of people goes into the church on Sunday, She didn't notice that she fell asleep on the sofa while contacting some of the suppliers, Stella assumes that Cindy is still asleep in the room so she prepares breakfast before she leaves. After an hour, she was prepared to leave. She brought the Sampaguitas then she left. Stella arrived in the church then she saw a lot of people gathered in one spot, she was confused if what's with there, She stepped closer to the spot, she heard people's claps and saying, "Such a talented girl". She saw Cindy grabbing a pellet gun and she was shooting the plastic bottle without any mistak

I wasn’t Mark with his suffocating chains. I wouldn’t break her. I’d take her. I’d show her she didn’t need to run anymore—because she’d already be where she belonged. My eyes fell to the red circle on one of the maps. The abandoned cabin near the woods, far from Mark’s watchful eyes, far from Nico’s guilt, far from Dimitri’s excuses. It was perfect. Quiet. Isolated. Safe. I had prepared it weeks ago. Stocked it with food. Clean sheets. A fire pit ready to be lit. A place that wouldn’t feel like a prison but like a sanctuary.

Sitting demurely at the bow, carving the fading silhouette of the island into her eyes, In-young could not overcome her boiling sorrow and abruptly stood up. She strode over and threw her arms around his broad back as he rowed. Her small face buried into the man's wide back, which was beginning to bead with sweat, and silent, hot tears fell endlessly from her large eyes. That place, where they had enjoyed absolute freedom, rolling around like beasts completely naked as they were born, led only by the instincts of their flesh, was her own paradise of the flesh. As the shape of that sacred yet depraved uninhabited island shattered beyond the angry waves, the terror of reality crashed over her

Portly Clarissa for the third time passed along the wards lined up in a row. The pupils of the orphanage froze and tried not to raise their eyes from the half-rotten floorboards. I tried to remember all my sins over the past few days, because they didn’t bother to explain to us what they would reprimand for this time. To be fair, there were a huge number of these very sins for me. I could not be humble, courteous, diligent, like my best friend Ines. Dope, as Clarissa liked to say, did not stay in my head and climbed out to poison the lives of those around me. Unfortunately, it wasn't bullshit, but something worse.

he soothed, "Look at me." After a moment, I did what I was told, raising my gaze slowly to meet his. It was dark now, but I could see the spark in his eyes through the changing colors of the carnival lights. I felt his gaze, deep and penetrating. I held it for as long as I dared, my fear of heights dissipating the longer I stared at him. And then, my fear was all but gone as he pressed his lips to mine. In fact, I think the ferris wheel had just become my new favorite ride.

He left ! ********** At night . He was drunk intoxicatingly. They came to this club Paradiso ​With his investors . His mind clouded as he glance at the dancer performing pole dancing . She sensually moved her half naked body around the pool receiving all the cheering and howling from hungry man . She was best at what she was doing . His mind flooded with reminiscent of the gorgeous sceneries he saw at the morning . His lips dry and cold . He needed her . The girl performing the pole dance placed a sweet smile on her face . He blinked his eyes as he started imagining her as his little bird . Her smile , her hairs , her body he wanted everything . The foreigner show her half naked breast