The Innocent Coben Novels & Stories

A buff fellow, my God! There was a small table between them, and it had ashtrays and cigarette stubs scattered on it. There were whitish substances that I could swear was cocaine. What the hell have I gotten myself into? My heart increased it's tempo. "Is she really doing that right now?" The one with the phone asked with a slight chuckle and in a deep baritone. "Did she really just barge in here and literally been ogling at us, or is it just my imagination?"

It was just wrong to associate Toby with the innocent girl. Toby was a prisoner and was charged with pedophilia, though he pleaded innocent, and he worked in the laundry part of the prison. The other prisoners hated people like him but only tolerated the man because he was one of the people that determined whether you had itchy clothes or not. He was especially useful to Seth because he could get him the softer blankets and better washed clothes. Because many of the prison officers stayed in the residential area of the prison, the lazy ones would throw their washing in with the inmates'. This meant loose cigarette packets or drugs might be left in pockets and sometimes even chocolate bars.

“Why are you saying these things to me? You promised… you promised you’d get me out. You know I’m innocent, Coby. You know it.” For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then, to my horror, Coby chuckled—a low, cold sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Naive,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “So incredibly naive and foolish. It’s almost amusing, really, how clueless you are.”

Some by choice, and others condemned to live here, like me, by someone who had the power to decide their lives. The best of them had been Fabiana Rossi. She was the daughter of a wealthy family, always getting into trouble, so her parents sent her to the convent to see if she could get her act together. That obviously didn’t work very well, and she was expelled weeks after joining. However, during her stay with us, she showed me a rubber replica of the male sex organ. I had never seen anything like it and didn’t imagine I would again until my wedding night. I wouldn’t have any other male contact besides Marco, not even at school. About to turn twenty-one, I would be his little porcelain doll

He mumbled to himself, and his eyes turned cold. He glanced at the little star beside him. The innocent face seemed suspicious to him at the moment, and he clenched his fist in annoyance. Was the little star truly innocent, or was he too good at deceiving people? Ace prided himself on being able to read people the most. Considering his line of work and his status, it was only right for him to be able to read everyone that came his way, only this way would he continue ruling peacefully, but the little star really gave him a headache.

Amelia’s tone was determined, “No, I won’t. If the vampire got the little finger, all of us might get into huge trouble. I won’t let it happen.” Irene let out a slight sigh, “Fine,” she then started to narrate, “It all went back to 12 years ago, when I was pregnant with Eric. One night, I overheard Eric’s father, let’s call him J, having a conversation with another Alpha Wolf and Fay.” Amelia was surprised, “Chief Luna, Fay?” Irene nodded her head, “Yes, that Fay,” she then continued, “They were talking about a robbery and … a murder.”

He asked looking at my suitcases. "Do you know snooping is considered creepy?"I asked him ignoring his question. "I wasn't snooping."he denied the allegations and I raised my eyebrows at him. He just shrugged and then his expression changed and my heart skipped a beat. I was afraid of what he was about to say next. "Change of plans P."he announced and I blinked. No...no no no.... This was not happening. "What is that supposed to mean?"I asked my hand forming a fist.

Arthur rubs his temples, the memories crashing over him like waves. Catherina had been methodical, planting seeds of doubt and turning him against Madin one calculated move at a time. She had claimed innocence while subtly stoking Arthur’s guilt over Madin’s jealousy. She had played the role of the victim flawlessly, making Arthur believe he was protecting her and their unborn child. His hands tremble as he recalls it all. He had been a fool, blinded by guilt and the weight of his responsibilities.

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.

Stefano Siciliani Ride For You Never in all my years would I believe that I would be standing on the balcony of the house that belongs to the man I grew up hating. Ace Ambrose had always been the villain in my story. He was the one who made my father crazy with the obsession of following in his footsteps down a path that led to nothing but distruction and pain.