The Age Of Innocence Novel Novels & Stories

unused canvas. 10 years of age difference. He was 28- an established business tycoon with countless accomplishments in his feather. She was 18- naïve, inexperienced of the world's ways. The thought had made him uncomfortable when he found out about it from his parents. But now that he was looking at her, he couldn’t bring himself to be bothered by something as trivial as age. There was an allure in her naivety.

He planned just to help her since day one like he would any other person who was being mistreated and just as his soul willed him, not his body. "W-what a-are y-you l-looking at? She half whispered, running a kitten-like tongue over her lower lip. The action as innocent as it was, didn't do innocent things to him. He was still very young, he was twenty and no saint. He knew too much about passion, more than some older men will ever know and he knew the colors of trouble, and the innocent girl fumbling nervously in front of him was nothing but the exact color of it

Propping his feet up on the top, he tosses an arm over his eyes to block out the light and begins to mentally prepare for the mundane earthly life he's just tumbled into. The door opens. He doesn't even bother to lift his arm off his forehead. The rules state all he has to do is protect the subject. That is all. He doesn't have to get involved past that. A thump causes his arm to drop. Her purse now sits on the floor, its contents strewn all over the ground, but she doesn't appear to care. His attention gravitates to her bright auburn hair. It's so vibrant. Not even the Angels of Heaven could compete.

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.

She looked so innocent and helpless, but it took a lot of courage for her to run away from marriage that first time, as she had. She could be my angel, my innocence in the midst of the perverted world I lived in. I didn't like the idea of ​​her getting her hands dirty. She didn't need to kill anyone, because I was there to do it for her. However, I understood all her fears very well. Donatella was crazy, and she really could have done worse if I hadn't shown up. Lais was right; she needed to protect herself, whether I liked it or not. I glimpsed blood and semen on the sheet, the clear sign that I had taken her virginity and deposited my seed in her womb. It had been ten years of waiting for

he growled as he left the room, slamming the door close, heading towards the direction of the attic and the library. Meanwhile, I sat down down on a swirl chair in the mini library that housed not less than one hundred books, getting sleepy over the interesting novel I was reading when I heard Armani practically screaming my name as he approached the library. The novel was all about a young mistress in search of her missing master with the hope of a happy reunion when she finally sees him.The story was set to medivial times of old, the year seventeenth hundredths to be precise. The novel was the first thing that caught my attention when I stepped into the library. It had a fantastic silver c

The way she told me of her ethics and acted like no man had ever had his côck deep down her throat was a kind of innocence that stunned me. And right there, when she had slipped that delicate hand of hers into her dress, it had taken me my hussy balls not to grip it myself and take it down in one hard pull. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see her nudity. See how untouched she was. That bitch might be faking the fact that she wasn't a killer, but that pure, untapped innocence on her face, that naivity... it was real.

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

I was not sure about anything, but the condition of the room proved that I had a one-night stand. ‘Though it's not a big deal, but for a person like me, a one-woman man, it's a big matter. But who the hell girl was last night? Nobody was in the room except me and some of her belongings like her stocking, hair clips, etc., which were lying on the floor.’ ‘The bloodstains I found on the white bed sheet that was the proof that it was her first time.’ ‘She was Virgin before and I took her virginity. A pang of guilty appeared in my heart and I can also feel it was a passionate night, but I was not sure that if it was against her will or???’

"Good, now here's Ann with your breakfast tray. Eat your meal and we'll start the day and I'll get a new daughter." Lady Arlene left as Angie was taking dainty bites of toast. ************************************************************ Roderick's breath caught in his throat when he saw Angie walking down the grand staircase on Mr. Simcoe's arm in a splendid white gown with pearls delicately stitched into the bodice. It showed her magnificent cleavage almost causing him to swallow his tongue.