Novel & Cerita The End Of Innocence

Chris’ blind date wasn’t that good, but he did find someone he liked and maybe they will have a good future too. After the wedding, everyone went to their respective houses. Ashley and Vincent finally were happy forever. They made love and hoped for a new happiness in their love soon. Lara and Victor were also extremely happy with their lives. Seemed like, justice served and love won. ----- Author’s Note: The novel ends here. The novel does, but the characters will live on forever with their lives, happily. If you loved their story, don’t forget to drop a comment. Any kind of comment is welcome. Thank you for all your love. Yours, Lexi.

Amen. THE END

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.

Far away from her past traumas. "Yes!" The End

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

Every person has been given a different understanding. She looked down before she decided to voice out her thinking, “I can’t save the body from getting dirty like a cloth, but I can save the soul from getting dirty. This may sound funny to people, but for me, my innocence is still intact.” Rebecca remained silent. “If my body commits a crime, it will get mixed in the soil and beyond that, it can’t receive anything, but if the soul sins, it’ll burn in the fire of hell which will never end.”

Roderick held his hands up in a non-threatening manner and looked at Angie. "I love you, Angie, stay strong." Roderick said as he looked into her terrified eyes. "Think of the baby." "lady Angelica, don't decode the missive for them it's a matter of national security! If you do you're a traitor!" Mr. Simcoe roared at her just as he attacked the man next to him. A gun went off and Mr Simcoe was dead before he hit the floor. Angie shivered at the site of his blank open eyes, knowing roderick's and the baby's fate if she fought them too.

The lean one squeaked, squeezing off a round that pinged harmlessly off the concrete, before Zacian’s final shot caught him square, sending him sprawling face-first. It was over in seconds. The room thickened with the smell of blood and cordite. My breath hitched, body frozen, the scene too surreal through the haze of agony. They were dead, my torturers, sprawled lifeless. Zacian stood there, gun lowering, chest rising steady. He turned to me then. He holstered his weapon with a fluid motion, his expression softening in a way that didn’t match the violence.

He never recognized the voice. The End

Not because evil was gone forever. But because we were ready. THE END