The Age Of Innocence Novel Novels & Stories

I wont let anything o r anyone else harm her. Her innocence has help m e captive o f her. She i s A n Innocent Seduction . That has become m y Addiction. With all these thoughts, I kissed her head and finally fell i n deep slumber with the love o f m y life , sleeping safely i n m y arms. ****** Hlw there!! Hope you all are enjoying the story so far. Do share your views and plz do vote. It will surely make my day!! And do follow me on I*******m @author_priyaraj to know more about updates and stories.

They had had several children; but none lived to any age except myself, who had received from nature a constitution perfectly healthy. My education, till past fourteen, was no better than very vulgar: reading, or rather spelling, an illegible scrawl, and a little ordinary plain work, composed the whole system of it; and then all my foundation in virtue was no other than a total ignorance of vice, and the shy timidity general to our sex, in the tender age of life, when objects alarm or frighten more by their novelty than anything else. But then, this is a fear too often cured at the expense of innocence, when Miss, by degrees, begins no longer to look on a man as a creature of prey that will

"They don't strip away who you are or the innocence you hold." They did strip away my innocence to a greater extent, or maybe I wasn't so innocent since the first time I figured I enjoyed reading about people exploring their darkest fantasies. I'd even reached a point of envisioning myself in the act and enjoying it. I'd physically been a virgin for twenty-two years, but mentally, I'd whored myself out to fictional men since I became an adult. "I'm not so innocent, you know," I told him. "I'm not so much of a good girl."

He smiled and a wicked smirk appeared on his lips. “You will tell me everything about him” he came to me. Then he ordered his men to go out. The lights were dimmed and the doors closed, making my heart pound louder and faster than ever. “If you don’t, I am gonna take away the most important thing from you” “W-What?” I asked him. “Your innocence” I gasped and kept my mouth shut. I really couldn’t believe him. “Matt… you have changed so much…” I whispered. he looked at me and for a moment, his eyes softened.

"How could I dare to do that, Your Highness?" "Please, I insist." I pondered for a moment before I looked up to meet his dazzling amethyst eyes again. My neck started to become stiff due to looking up at him since he was very tall and I barely reached his chest. If I hadn't read that novel, I wouldn't have believed that he was only eighteen. He was literally like seven years younger than my actual age. But his aura made him look more mature and wiser. Another male lead's trait, I noted.

Not just that, he couldn’t believe that he gave his virginity to someone that he didn’t even know. “I just lose it didn’t I?” asking in a rather bewildered state, for he can’t imagine how he manages to take something that big, he slowly stood up. Still having the pain, he took his clothes and immediately wore them in return. Taking a last glance, he opened the door and stares at the room number marking 2006. Wondering if he has the numbers right, the loose number that was originally at 9 that played the trick. Almost dropping him down, too much for a bet they just won, he just realizes and awfully that he is the losing sheep in this novel.

She looked trough the documents and felt her heart accelerating. ACE MARTINEZ SENTENCED FOR ONE YEAR FOR BEATING UP ELDERS AND PROFITING NON ESSENTIAL SOURCES . This couldn't be true right? Oh boy how she was wrong. She threw the papers on the floor and ran upstairs . This wasn't true ! She's lying ... Ace wouldn't hit someone who was older . He's not the type of person just do that ! But was he truly the nice boy she knew from the first day of school ? Was it all lies .She thought as she ran to her closet and sat down. She needed to get out of here. Maybe the Queen would help here ? No she made it clear that she couldn't help.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

He scratched behind his neck. “I’m listening.” I didn’t move an inch. “Can we go inside for more privacy, please?” He stared at me. His puppy dog eyes were a beautiful temptation that I couldn’t resist that easily. I shifted from the doorframe to give him space to enter the room. He came in and shut the door behind him. "Good evening," I tried plastering a fake smile. He pressed me on the door and put his head in my neck, hovering kisses all around my body. I placed my hands around his neck, while his hands were on my waist. I leaned to his familiar touch, savoring the moment.

Chapter 1: THE POWERFUL MAN WHO OWNS THE HOUSE JUST CLAIMED ME AS HIS I move carefully through the opulent dining room, balancing the heavy silver tray loaded with steaming dishes. My plain black maid uniform clings modestly to my body — high neckline, knee-length skirt, white apron tied neatly around my waist. At twenty-two, I’m still untouched in every way that matters. A few innocent kisses with my high school boyfriend years ago are the extent of my experience. No boy has ever touched my breasts. No fingers have ever slipped between my thighs. I’m the good girl. The virgin maid working her way through college.