Novel & Cerita Pure Innocence

You’ll soak the marble with your cum while your aunts and cousins and distant relatives watch me claim you. You become mine. Forever.” I was shaking. My pussy was clenching rhythmically, fresh slick soaking through my panties and onto his fingers. The shame was overwhelming, but the arousal was worse. I had never been this wet in my life. “Why… why public?” I whispered, voice cracking. “Because the Old Ways demand it,” he growled, leaning down so his lips brushed my ear. “Power requires witness. Fertility requires sacrifice. And because I want them to see exactly who this perfect young body belongs to now.”

"You lied to me for years. You brought your own child into the Sterling family and still tried to take over our fortune?" His hand trembled with anger. Then he slapped her across the face. "Did you think I was a fool?" She held her cheek, stunned for a few seconds. Then she suddenly burst into wild laughter. "Daniel Sterling, you hypocrite! You have the nerve to blame me? "Back then, you let me into this family because I was young and pretty. You thought I was a virgin. "If you'd known I had a daughter, would you have married me?" So that was where Nina's purity obsession had come from. Her own mother had handed it down to her like a recipe.

“I will choose myself.” Moonlight spilled through the windows. And on my collarbone, my power pulsed with new life. Not Alpha. Not Omega. Both. Silver and crimson, twined like threads of blood and starlight. They wanted purity. But I was reborn impure. And I would live impure. Wild. Unapologetic. Unchained.

He anxiously rubbed his brow, "Cami, you two aren't the same. She's too pure and innocent—she's no match for you." The word "pure" stung me. Distant yet deeply carved memories came flooding back, making my heart ache. So, it was purity that he liked after all.

“I’ll make all your dreams come true. Just be my good girl until then.” And I believed him with every innocent beat of my heart. John was the answer to every prayer I’d ever whispered. He was handsome, steady, a deacon at our church, and he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. He said my innocence was the most beautiful thing about me, that he loved how pure and untouched I was. So I kept quiet, just like I’d been taught my whole life. Be the good girl. Don’t indulge. Don’t ask questions.

“Just like a moonflower that only blooms at the full moon and night. You are a rare one, by which purity is gaze upon the sky.” From the past and the words that wavered her unexpectedly and unknowingly. Her heart that should not beat a thing nor any emotions at hand changes with that time, with his words and his very smile. As innocence it might be tag as his young self and days back then is nothing but play and naivety. The one she should guard, look after and observe was the same one who drags her in the pit of doom she failed to resist.

John muttered while signing out of his account 'Jennith'. *** An annoyed girl stared at herself in the mirror, injuries again! Fuck this power! Fuck being a Pure! Fuck normals with their perfect life! Ahhh! Fuck her goddamn hair that always had to tangle up too! That's right, the user with the id the purest bitch was a Pure with the power of summoning, spirits, ghosts all sorts of things, she could summon all of 'em ever since she had awakened. She would be able to summon them and even sign an agreement with them, or make them her slaves if they weren't really strong but something happened.

I just hope she sticks to the deal. ___________________________ I lay in bed that night dreaming of a beautiful sexy green eyed woman. All the things I would do to her if she was mine kept popping up in my dreams. I woke the next morning with the hardest dick I’ve ever had, it hurt to even move. I remembered that today was the first day of no anger or yelling, I know it’s going to be hard but I have to keep my cool. As I climbed out of bed and headed for the shower I yelled for Frannie to come into the bedroom for a moment.

Existing innocently. “This is Hope,” Little Aria said. “Named after the fragment. Born six months ago. She has never known suffering. Never experienced loss. Never felt grief. She is pure existence. Pure joy. Pure being. Look at her. Feel her. Understand her. She is proof that existence offers more than suffering. More than pain. More than grief. She is beginning. She is a possibility. She is hope itself.” Doubt looked at the baby. Studied her carefully. Saw innocence. Saw joy. Saw potential.

The younger ones are already outside tending the herb beds. “Purity is not merely the absence of sin,” she begins with a clear voice. “It is the active choice to guard the temple of your body against every whisper of temptation. The world outside these walls is filthy. Lust is a thief that steals your soul one glance, one touch, one thought at a time.”