The Age Of Innocence Novels & Stories

"Thank you." We face the minister to start the ceremony. We chose to write our vows. As a good husband Gideon will go first. Ella My love. It's been a long 6 years. When I first saw your post it notes accidentally 6 years ago I know that something wonderful will happen and I was Right. I met you. You are quirky, innocent and loving. Even if you love food more than me that sometimes it makes me jealous but that's okay at least I am number two in your list unlike your brother who did not even make it to the top 10.

I didn't know when my mind drifted to the porn video I watched a day ago. What the heck! I never wanted to watch that video but Nina mistakenly sent them to me. I realized that I'm just too inexperienced, I don't know anything about sex. I believe that Dominic had realized it too and now, I think it's embarrassing. I'm twenty one and still, I don't know anything about sex whereas there are seventeen year old girls who can describe it in detail.

I nodded in silence, feeling unsure of how else to respond. I wasn't experienced in intimate situations—I had never really been courted and I was still a virgin at nearly eighteen years of age, which was fairly rare. Some part of me wanted to hurry and accomplish it already, but I deeply hoped that Prince Adrian wouldn't push me into doing anything very passionate.

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

"That thought has crossed your mind at least once Chris. Right?" Who wouldn't want to bang Marianna's brains out? She has a nice set of tits that remind me of dining at hooters, luscious lips begging to be kissed, skin that is just as soft as it looks and a sexy dainty frame that's a perfect fit in any man's arms. I have had several dirty fantasies that she's the star of. But just because she evokes that feeling doesn't mean it's appropriate or that should even be said out loud! She's just a kid. I think she is. I can bet my little wealth that she's not even eighteen. The same goes for Courtney. They have been lying about their ages. "Yes but I shunned it. You should too and the same applies

One stupid dare. Her friends had pushed her to join in, to mess with the quiet boy hunched over his books in the library. She couldn’t even remember the details was it spilling soda, hiding his notes, making him the punchline of a joke? All she remembered was the rush of teenage adrenaline, the laughter of her friends, and the fleeting sense of guilt she’d buried under pride. Her breath caught. Was it him? Had it been Liam? The thought lodged in her chest like a splinter.

He quickly drank the whole contents of the cup in one swig and turned his slightly flushed face to the man behind him. He looked at the man's perfect but extremely cold face, and his heart trembled. He held the man's collar and shook his head slightly while holding back his tears. "I don't want to." His voice was hoarse, but it showed his determination. He was only 19. So young and so innocent, but the world never considered age. Moreover, he sold his body first... Brewster knew the man could decide his fate, but he truly didn't want to strip naked before the lecherous men in the room and be forced to act depraved... He hated it.

“Just something different. They needed a girl who was young… fresh. Someone who looked very innocent.” “How old are you now?” I asked. “Nineteen.” I narrowed my eyes. “How old were you then?” “Eighteen,” she said quickly. I cursed under my breath. “Of course. Eighteen.” Legally an adult. No red flags on paper. Nothing that would stick. And Luca? He was too careful for that. He wouldn’t risk underage charges. Not directly. “How much were you paid?” I asked. “Ten thousand dollars,” she replied.

Empty. Then I heard someone call my name. “Florence Hart?” I turned. A girl stood by the shelf behind me, young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. Huge brown eyes. A soft smile. Definitely not someone I’ve met before. Her smile faded as she saw what I was holding. The pregnancy tests. The bath oil. The chocolate. Her expression froze. Her mouth dropped open. She gasped. “You’re pregnant?” Before I could even get a word in, she covered her mouth and turned on her heel—

This man here maybe was young but his experience and wealth was beyond the old man's reach, he was just thankful of the betrothal he made with Cyril's father after Charlotte's birth, Cyril was indeed way too older than Charlotte, but the man had everything a woman would want him to have, he was handsome, with perfect body and the greatest advantage was his wealth and background which made her family be at advantage as well. Charlotte and Cyril were not that close from childhood, they didn't even make good friends as Cyril considered her too young for him and found her a spoiled brat until one day he started giving her an attention, no one knew what happened to him but he started taking inter