Shattered Innocence Novel Novels & Stories

But now… He was tainted, he lacked the innocence, the naivety that the other kids had. Something Amelia had in large quantities. He had lost his appeal the minute he saw red coat the walls of his home, black smoke pouring out from his parent’s doorway. And he knew, deep down, he would be left to rot here, to blend into the cream colored walls of the orphanage. The beginning to the end of his life. No one wanted something broken; something bent and twisted.

I ask Richelle, as everyone looks at me whispers surrounding me everywhere 'Oh my god I can't believe he cheated on her' 'Well look at her Victoria would be better under a dress' 'She is a slut who does that to their best friend' "They're not hating on you," Janelle says "No, but some of their comments hurt, them comparing me to her, I just don't want to hear it I'm going to the library" I replied "Will come with," They say in sync "Alone..." I give a one-worded response as I go towards the library walking hugging my books to my chest. I run my finger along the binders sighing as I stop on one book getting it out my eyes meet a set of hazel ones on the other side of the bookcase, I clear my

His body shook violently. I could feel his pulse racing through my grip. “Enough!” I shouted. “Fall back!” “No,” he breathed. “If I stop, it widens.” And he was right. The seam pulsed angrily at his resistance. He pushed again, harder. Something inside him shifted then — I felt it. The moment innocence fractured and was reshaped. Understanding flooded through his expression — of scale, of consequence, of isolation. He was carrying weight no child should comprehend. And yet, he did not falter.

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

I don't know if his parents can hear us but I just hope that they don't or else he'll be dead. My cheeks are already heating and I can sense that it's already red since he's really dead serious about him wanting to take me now. I don't want them to have an idea of what we are talking about. It'll make me so ashamed of myself and that's because of this mate of mine who can't seem to get enough of me and can't stop himself from being horny from time to time. I don't even know why his image of him taking me just pop up in my mind out of nowhere and I hate my mind now. I totally do. He just tainted my innocence! Wait- am I even innocent when I met him? All I know is that I lost it the moment I o

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

How could they stand coming to work everyday knowing all they did was torture people out of their innocence? To destroy their spirit without another glance, because these men might not be sticking the needle in me, but they had been as much of a part of this as Dr. Jackson. I was yanked from my revolting thoughts as the man in front of me yanked the door open and the men holding me tossed my body in the chamber without so much as a second thought. My limp legs refused to hold my weight and I collapsed to the ground in a heap. The cold, linoleum floor greeted my face as I was slammed to the ground and stars burst from behind my eyelids.

Trust, once unassailable, lay shattered, and the process of rebuilding would demand time, patience, and a willingness to confront the painful truths that had long festered beneath the surface. As they navigated the emotional minefield, the siblings clung to each other amidst the wreckage, their shared emotional breakdowns forming the crucible from which a new understanding of family would slowly begin to emerge. In the ruins of shattered illusions, the potential for healing and renewed bonds awaited, obscured by the fog of anguish and the echoes of unspoken pain.

Her tears turned silent but didn't stop falling from her eyes and she herself didn't realise when her exhaustion took over her and she lost her consciousness while enduring that writhing pain of hers. Kaya was out of her senses when the door of his room finally opened but without making any kind of noise. His feet stepped out of that door whereas his reddened brimming eyes watched her sitting beside his door like a shattered angel. An innocent angel he had tainted, ruined and tormented on his own and in the most cruellest way possible.

She felt as though she were drowning in a sea of duplicity, struggling to find solid ground amidst the shifting sands of her shattered reality. In the aftermath of this devastating revelation, Chloe was left to navigate a treacherous landscape of fractured alliances and shattered loyalties. She found herself at a crossroads, faced with difficult choices that would shape the course of her destiny. The lines between friend and foe blurred, and she realized that in this world of shadows, trust was a precious commodity, easily exploited and discarded.