The Innocent Man Book Novels & Stories

With words after words that I said, my muscles began to tense up and have a little vibration that was visible to the man, my claws and fangs elongated along with my pupils which glimmered with an obvious color of red. Noticing this, instead of feeling danger, a wide grin appeared on the man's face before he looked at me and I didn't know why the man suddenly appeared very pleased. “Do you think everyone who had been killed are those who are guilty? You are wrong, terribly wrong. It is often the innocent ones who dies early. They have to because the kindest are always the weakest.” The man began his speech like any other enemy I had faced but I still couldn't wrap my mind on the logical reaso

AYLA BAILORE My brows crinkled. Frankly, I was completely lost, as I scrambled my brain trying to figure out who this man was. I had never met him before, and the look Lucian was giving me told me I should at least know him. “Apologies for coming late. You have the wrong culprit behind bars. Ayla Bailore, she's innocent,” He said, and my heart skipped a beat only for a moment. At least someone else also believed I didn't do it.

A poorly drawn landscape in crayon had been tucked beside a lamp—uneven mountains, a crooked sun, a stick-figure version of what I assumed was his family: a tall man, a woman in an apron, and a small boy with a red cape. My stomach twisted. It was all too human. Too personal. Pieces of an innocent life—one that had clearly gone horribly wrong. And now that little boy had grown into a vengeful, angry, disgusting man who kidnapped women and treated it like a game. I didn’t doubt if the Whitehills deserved the punishment, but why was I being dragged into it constantly? When would I ever get rid of them finally? The warmth of the room made it worse. The softness of the carpet under my bare feet.

But who would believe a woman accused of such a heinous crime? Suddenly, a voice cut through the din. A young man, his face etched with grief and a smoldering anger, pushed his way through the crowd. “She’s innocent!” he cried, his voice hoarse. “I saw what happened that night! It was an accident!” The crowd turned on him, their faces twisted with suspicion. “An accomplice, perhaps!” someone shouted. The man, my savior in this waking nightmare, shook his head frantically. “No! It was self-defense! They were trying to…”

” Rakesh looked at the judge who seemed to be convinced with his words. He wiped his tears and said,”Sir, she filed a case against me to take revenge on me. She warned me that she would send me to prison, that I couldn’t see my baby. I begged her, but she didn’t budge. Please sir, I wanted to see my child. My Shally needs me. Please, I want to be there when my child comes into the world. I wanted to be there, when my child would take first steps. Sir, maybe I did wrong but my child is innocent.”

She follow behind bohemoth of a man into a sunny room that only had a desk and two chairs. "May I have something to drink?" She asked him hesitantly. She had a nagging feeling she met this man before, his voice was very familiar to her. when his voice finally clicked in her brain she stumbled in shock and started hearing buzzing in her ears. "No" She winford, she started to shake and saw backing away from the man in front of her. "I was wondering when you would connect my voice to that night. I was the first to have you, could that by chance be my baby, I did have your maidenhead." He leered at her and laughed when she stumbled backwards almost tripping over the Hem of her gown.

“While he is playing the kind man and he is putting his ‘mask’ on; I currently see him for the man that he is, and I don’t think that I am foolish enough to be siding with a person like him. Nevertheless, if you truly believe that you didn’t pull that trigger, then someone else must have. Maybe that person only tried framing you.” “That possibility was one that I deleted from my head a long time ago. Had it been the case, we would have been able to find out who did it. But until now…” “The situation was closed, and you know that very well.” She said, stopping me. My chest ached, and I sucked in a harsh breath. “I believe that you are innocent if you truly believe it yourself. But if you are

He turned his eyes in shame, realising he had done the same. "I can’t even imagine what would have happened if Aryan had not come at the right time." She shuddered, thinking so. "I would have died..." she muttered sadly, only to be shut by his palm, which rested immediately on her mouth. "I don’t know how to prove myself innocent, but believe me, I am telling the truth." She rolled down on her knees, holding his feet, pleading with him literally to believe her.

I asked in a breathy way, and the man looked at me as he nodded slowly. “Sir, are you sure of the details that you just provided me?” The detective asked as she closed the notepad. “Yes, I’m sure. The Alex guy that you got in prison, was he the one driving?” “Um, actually no. He was not even involved in the accident. It was his son that was driving. He took the fall.” She explained to him. “Sh*t,” The man cursed under his breath. “So an innocent man is in prison because of me?” He wet his lips and shook his head slowly. He turned to the detective. “It was my fault. I would like to drop whatever charge that was brought against that Alex guy.”

His breath smells of whiskey "Why are you here, innocente? This is no place for someone like you" ah, I could listen to this voice forever. It's low, smooth and slid straight to my center. I've never been with a man before since we're required to maintain our chastity until marriage but I'm thinking, I could break that vow for him. Just so I would know what it's like to be with someone like him. And I must have left my sense at home because why would I think that about a stranger? I haven't even seen his face. This is insane. I should just... Every cell in my body freezes when I feel his hand between my thighs. Nudging my legs open.