Purest Intentions Novels & Stories

Carter’s POV Isabella was icing me out, well can’t say I don’t deserve it because I do. I knew if people saw us getting intimate at the glass room they would probably be repercussions and I didn’t do anything to stop it. I didn’t even do anything to stop it when George told someone had recorded us and if I wanted to do something to stop the video of us getting out. Hell I even knew someone was recording us but I did nothing because I’m selfish and a huge asshole who wants the world to know Isabella is mine.

But its ok i can get a little bit of that Aima. Assalamualaikum🙋🏼 .Intentions play a huge role in our faith. You'll be rewarded according to your intent. For a "pure" goal like your deed to be valid, the intent of the believer should be untainted, free of egoistic self interest. Otherwise this outward good deed is pointless with the Almighty! Stay positive spread positivity😃 Keep smiling☺ Love ya!!! Allah Hafiz_

And what I saw nearly undid me completely. Trust. Not fear. Not hesitation. Trust. The kind that was terrifying to receive because I suddenly understood how badly I could destroy her if I ever failed her. My hand slid gently against her cheek. “I want to mark you,” I whispered again. The words came out rougher this time. Heavy. Because this was no longer only desire. It was promise. Commitment. A future. Everything I had never planned to give anyone. “Do it,” Irene breathed softly. No uncertainty.

"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.

she concludes, “is whether your current circumstances might… distract from the work.” I lean back in my chair, letting the words settle into their true shape. Distraction. Visibility. Circumstances. All euphemisms. All designed to reduce a life into an inconvenience. “I don’t believe integrity is a distraction,” I say finally. “I believe it’s an asset.” There’s a pause on the line—short, but telling. “We admire your conviction,” she says. “However, perception isn’t always aligned with intention.” “Then perception needs better information,” I reply evenly.

It is one of the costliest places in the country. While walking to her car in the parking lot, she got a call suddenly. Seeing the phone screen, she felt anxious, it’s the creepy stalker who’s again trying to get her attention after a short gap. In contrast to the other, Charlotte knows who he is, he stayed next door in her previous house. He got attracted to Charlotte, he tried to get close to her and took advantage of knowing that she’s a single mom. But Charlotte always made sure that she’s off-limits to him.

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.

There was nothing rational about that. “Tell me. Why do they think that I am this pure heart? My heart is far from it.” “Not pure in a literal sense. It just means that you’re not tainted by hate, jealousy, or lust. The seven deadly sins. I told you it’s a lot to explain.” Penny tilted her head to the side, watching him as he ran his hand through his thick, dark hair. “And you don’t want to explain it to me. Why?”

“What kind of purity are we talking about? I have made choices, some I am not exactly proud of.” Her serene smile remained unshaken, as if she had anticipated my doubt. “Purity does not mean perfection,” she replied, her voice like a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. “It is about acknowledging your flaws, learning from your mistakes, and choosing the path that aligns with your truest intentions.” I turned back to the barrier, my scowl deepening as I contemplated her words. The mist swirling around the mountain peak seemed to whisper secrets that danced just beyond my grasp. “And how do I prove my intentions to an invisible force?”

In his hands were bags filled with food I used to love as a child. "Kate, I got these for you. Take them. You can eat them on your way home." Cole handed me everything in his hands. I hesitated for a moment before accepting them. "Thank you." A faint smile tugged at his lips as his eyes filled with undisguised joy. "If you ever have the time… you should come back more often." I gave a faint nod. With the bags in hand, I headed toward the ticket gate. Suddenly, a shout pierced through the crowd. "Kate Maxwell, you deserve to die!"