The End Of Innocence Book Novels & Stories

Turning the cold water on in an attempt to numb everything. This is probably not the first time something like this has happened. Growing up, kids who tried to bully me disappeared. They wouldn't show up to school the next day or ever again. Deep down, I'd wonder if my family had something to do with it but then I'd choose not to care. Now it occurs to me that not just Dante but my father could have ruined countless lives over something as small as kids' arguments. How many people ended up like Isabella? All this time, I've been wearing rose-colored glasses. Seeing the world the way I wanted it to be. It's dawning on me, the kind of world we're living in. People die every day. Whether they'r

I never did anything wrong and I know I’ll go to heaven. I remember I tried to please you and in the process I lost myself. I gave everyone everything I had and now I have nothing left. I have wanted to be dead for so long. I don't really know how I made it as far as this, becase i just think about being dead. I am never happy. Why did so many people lie to me. I wish I never told anyone I am gay. Why the fuck did I do that. Damion started this. I wish he was dead. I trusted him.

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Missy, with her soft smile and the innocence she still clung to, despite the world she had been thrown into. She had no idea about these games of power, about the claws of the mafia digging deeper into her life. I closed my eyes briefly, the image of her face steadying me. I couldn’t drag her into this darkness. Not her. She deserved better than this twisted legacy. When I opened my eyes, Noelle was watching me, calculating as always. “This isn’t over,” I said quietly, turning toward the door. “No,” she agreed, her voice silk and steel.

For the marriage that was real now rather than managed — harder and more honest and more genuinely intimate in its difficulty than the comfortable surface version had ever been. She was grateful for all of that. Grateful for the woman she had found in the fire. That woman was the ending. She understood it sitting at the kitchen table in the Friday evening light with her tea going cold in front of her. The ending was not about Emeka. Was not about the marriage surviving or not surviving. Was not about Amaka or the baby or the paternity results or the coffee shop or the publisher or any of the external facts of the year. All of those things were in the book and they mattered and they had shape

The kind that doesn't ask where you've been, only shows you how far you can see. The story ends here. Not with a reunion. Not with forgiveness. Not with a man on his knees, finally saying the right words at the right time. It ends with a woman and her daughter, standing at a window that belongs to them, in a building that belongs to them, in a life they built with no one's permission and no one's help. Behind them — nothing. Ahead of them — everything. --- **THE END**

She was supposed to be begging for mercy, to be accepting the fate she had to. Instead, she was standing there, bruised, shaking, terrified, and still choosing life. It infuriated him. Yet, the corner of his lips as if he was fascinated. Then it occurred to him. “ They do say people change when they're at the point of death.” He said, now understanding the change of character. “ But you should be grateful.” He spat as something darker twisted in his gut. “ Death would be a mercy for someone like you.” “ I..”

She followed the men out of the house as she stepped over the threshold she heard a pistol go off in the study, she fainted. When she came around she was in a dark room that smelled of still sweat and urine. It made her retch until there wasn't anything left to come up. Where was she? How did she get here? roderick! Oh, God, Roderick! She started to cry, but stopped herself, she had to be strong, she had to outsmart these people. Roderick may still be alive and need her help, she set up and looked around the dark cell she was in. The ground was packed dirt and sharp rocks, she could feel the moisture from the wall starting to settle into her bones. She couldn't hear anything over the thunder

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

I hit send and closed my eyes, pressing my fist to my mouth to keep from screaming. I didn’t know how this would end. But I knew one thing: Whatever I’d believed about my mother’s innocence It was gone. And none of us were ever going to be the same.