The Innocence Novels & Stories

If she let it out, all it would give her was exposure to the shame that came after and none of the salvation she needed. She lifted her legs to the couch below her and hugged them. So, this was it. She was judged guilty and now had to choose her sentence. That was the little mercy he gave her. He would not listen to her. He did not care what she had to say. All he was going to live on was what he saw and what his brother said. Nothing she said would change the future. Absolutely nothing. Not even her innocence. She was charged with a crime she didn’t commit. And he was living by the rule that every criminal says they are innocent. He forgot that the innocent plead innocent too.

"I... I was wrongly accused of a crime I know nothing about. The prosecution's claims are baseless, and I assure you, I had nothing to do with the alleged incident. I've lived a law-abiding life, and I have always respected the law. I don't know what happened. The prosecution's evidence is circumstantial at best, and it doesn't prove anything. I'm confident that after reviewing the evidence, you'll see that I'm telling the truth. I'm innocent, and I deserve justice.” "But…” I paused, smiling sadly. “I... I don't think I'm going to convince you. The evidence, although circumstantial, seems to be pointing towards me. (sighs) I guess it's over. I've said all I can, and it's now in your hands.

The emotions within her had risen from fear to rage, then to fear again, then to despair. “I won’t accept this!” She cried, her voice laced with a mix of urgency and desperation. “I am innocent! My name is Ivory Hollis. I graduated top of my class in SNU, I’ve never tried forgery in my life!” “Quiet!” A police officer roared, “We are trying to do some paperwork here.” “Is that all you do? Paperwork and arresting the wrong people? I am innocent!” “I am innocent!” Ivory repeated the statement like a mantra, clinging onto it like they could save her, just like she had repeated ‘Damian loves me, he loves working’ to herself for four years only for it to turn out a lie.

Careful! Kiara was going inside when Viren stopped her and said,”Kiara” She turned to him and waited for him to speak, he said with hesitation,”Kiara, Pia is innocent and pure by heart. She didn’t say anything to hurt you. It was unintentional.” Kiara nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. Before he could say anything, they heard Pia’s voice,”I am sorry, Kiara.” She walked toward her and said, holding her ear,”I am sorry, I didn’t realize. I am very stupid. Viren was right about me, I should think before speaking. Please forgive me.”

And indeed, Ivon's illusion broke the moment he watched a woman helplessly laying on the ground, even after the first man took his time with her, she tried to stand up and run away but the next man laughed grabbing her waist and easily throwing her on the near couch unfastening his belt. The man, the same damn man he idolized, cried for years, and vowed to give Justice after Cyril took his life right in front of his eyes wasn't any victim or a saint, he actually was the culprit. Ivon couldn't hold back and tears rapidly flew from his eyes as he watched the video with blurry eyes. The camera seemed worn out, the footage wasn't clear yet was enough for him to see the faces and recognize his fa

“You want me to confess to a crime I didn’t commit?“ “It’s not about your innocence right now Raz, it’s about survival!” Zane’s voice was laced with desperation. “What good is your innocence if you’re dead? They’ll kill you. What about Enid? You really want her to lose her mother at three? If you’re still alive, I can help you Raz. Even if you’re exiled, I’ll make sure you’re fine.” My heart clenched. “I am innocent, Zane. I will not trade my life for a lie. Because they’ll kill me regardless of my confession. I will not die a confessed murderer in their eyes. If I die, I die as I am – falsely accused.”

"Ignorance isn't innocence, Pierce. You benefited from your father's theft. The house you grew up in. The education you received. The life you built. All of it was paid for with money stolen from me. The money your father should have used to pay his debt." "Please," Pierce begged, dropping to his knees. "Please, I'll pay it back. However much he stole, I'll find a way to pay it back. Work for you, do whatever you want, just please leave my family alone. They have nothing to do with this. They're innocent." "Are they? Your wife killed a man, Pierce. Shot him in the face while he begged for his life. Your son knows what she did. Your daughter was bait to control her. The whole family is tainte

‎ ‎She crossed the room and placed the drive on the table between them. ‎ ‎“Look,” she said. “Just look.” ‎ ‎He didn’t touch it. ‎ ‎“You’ve already apologized,” he replied coolly. “Reopening this only undermines the apology.” ‎ ‎Her voice shook. “I was innocent.” ‎ ‎“Innocence is irrelevant,” he said. “Perception matters more.” ‎ ‎She stared at him. ‎ ‎This man—who had once watched her stand between him and death—now spoke as if she were a minor inconvenience.

She nods like an obedient kid and walked out of his room. ‘Sometimes I really wonder why this innocent girl is in a dire condition? A good, understanding, obedient girl from a wonderful family, doesn’t deserve an awful abnormal life.’ ‘But where the hell her family is? Whenever I think about her family, it makes me more agitated. Are they even alive or not? If nobody in the family, didn’t she have any friends, relatives, neighbors, colleagues, acquaintances? Why nobody came forward to identify her?’ ‘None of my informer get even a single piece of information about her, not even from other cities. Even police officer Jack Miller failed miserably.’

“I was going to show you but now she wears long skirts and dresses.” “Do you think she is being abused?” asked the boy with reading glasses. “After all her father did die and her brother is nothing but a sex offender with money and fancy lawyers to cover all his shit.” “I really don’t know Ken” replied the boy next to him opening his textbook. Tears started dropping down from Miho’s cheeks onto the piece of paper she was drawing on. “Is she crying?” asked Janette moving her head forward to catch a clear look at Miho’s face.