The End Of Innocence Book Novels & Stories

Was this how little I meant to him? Rage surged through me like a wildfire, turning my eyes bloodshot. Caroline, the culprit behind my death, was sitting right here in my very home while my fiancé erased every piece of evidence that could incriminate her. And me? My corpse was now lying somewhere, cold and blue. The cruelest part was that Jerome didn't even believe I was dead. … After dinner, Jerome stood alone on the balcony with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. His other hand swiped restlessly across his phone screen.

She was declared dead in the ambulance. Meanwhile, Luke was arrested for intentional assault resulting in death. We met each other again in the visitation room. He had lost significant weight in less than one month. A patch of his hair had turned gray. He stared at me with hollow eyes, no longer the proud man I once knew. The sight of me made his eyes light up with hope. His bony hands grabbed the bars. "Help me, Bianca. I didn't mean to kill her. That wasn't what I wanted. She attacked me first. I only fought back…"

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

The triplets, she heard, were drafting a code that could spoof the gridded perimeter, allowing for temporary, glorious lapses in surveillance. It was the book that changed everything. Finch smuggled it into the yard during a midshift riot. Elena felt its impossible weight, the roughness of its cover, the crisp drag of a page between fingers. The mothers gathered in her room, trembling, as Elena read aloud from the first chapter: “There is no such thing as a finished city.”

"What's the point of keeping this journal? So people know what a piece of trash you were after you die? Or maybe you wanted everyone to know that I once dated a drug-addicted criminal?" The flames devoured the paper. It felt like they were burning straight through my bones. Aaron spoke up. "Ms. Jensen's right. That journal's just trash. Burning it is the right thing to do." I lay on the ground with my hand pinned beneath her foot. I stopped struggling and screaming. I just stared at the fire until the last page of the book turned to ash. That journal was the last thing I had left to prove I was innocent. Now, it was gone.

There comes a moment— When innocence ends. --- Not slowly. --- Not gently. --- But all at once. --- A single truth— --- Too heavy to ignore. --- Too real to escape. --- And in that moment— --- You are no longer who you were. --- The chamber remained tense. --- Not with movement— --- But with everything unsaid. --- Elena stood between two worlds. --- The past— --- Standing in front of her. --- And the future— --- Standing beside her.

The skyscrapers were being replaced by the jagged silhouettes of skeletal trees, their branches weighted down by the ice. Every mile we drove felt like a page being turned in a book that was far too long and far too dark. "I killed a man, Enzo," I said, the words finally tumbling out. I hadn't let myself say them until the city was gone. Until the "Cleaners" were a memory. "I hit him with this book, and he stopped breathing. I felt the bone give way." Enzo reached across the center console. He didn't take the book. He took my hand. His palm was warm, his grip steadying the tremors that had started in my fingers.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up. Then I wore a comfortable, baggy top and pants and jumped on the bed, ready to read the remaining hours of the day away. It was 9:00pm when I finally shut the book. I was already halfway through with it but I needed to take a break. My panties were soaked from reading too many steamy scenes. My heart was racing too. I needed a damn break. Just then, my phone beeped. I checked. It was from Mum. * Are you outside, dear? Do you have a date?*

Next scene, Geneva's mom and Cindy went to police station to report and file a case, Geneva's mom wrote as a compliant instead of Cindy, While Cindy is sitting at the hall way she saw her classmate before, She looks like nervous and Cindy asks her if she's alright, The girl biting her nails while walking around the corner, When she saw Cindy she runs quickly to get out of sight by Cindy, Cindy doubted what's her problem, she ignored it remembered that it was her bullies, Geneva's mom came back at Cindy, told her that she already filed a case against the incident, They will contact Cindy for further notice, Cindy said thank you to Geneva's mom for her kindness and wasting of time,