The Innocent Man Book Novels & Stories

“The Draven family took everything from me…my home, my pack, my dignity, my mate. I wasn’t even there to protect her when those worthless humans got their hands on her. But their judgment is coming. Every single one of them. I will make them all pay.” I sat there stunned beyond words, the room spinning a little. They imprisoned him without even giving him a chance to defend himself? An innocent man. And I didn’t know better. I’d been sleeping next to the man who destroyed my family, while walking around in the body of the girl whose own father set mine up. And this was expected to be my reality? The universe is indeed run by a comedian. A cruel, twisted one.

If I could just find the weak link—a knotted slip— The voice of the man cut through my thoughts. "Don't bother," he said with a voice near bored. "I tied those myself. You're not going anywhere unless I say so.” I could have shot daggers into him, my eyes spitting fire at the smug look on his face. "Like this?" I spat. "Hurting innocent people just because some psycho pays you to?" In that instant, as his face darkened, that smirk was wiped clean. "Innocent?" he repeated, in a tone richly laced with disdain, "You're part of this world, sweetheart; there is no such thing as innocent."

The girl who was pinned to the wall smile with happiness. Before anyone of them said anything another big shot came on the face of the man. Then there were endless punches and kicks on the man’s body. The clubhouse-man was standing unharmed as he watched the man lying in pain. He had an evil smirk on his face. His eyes were hidden under his cap. The man turned around to leave when the girl hugged his arm stepping on the person on the ground.

I was busy in my thoughts when he suddenly stopped in front of a door and opened that for me to enter. “Thank you.” I mumbled as I entered his office which was again decorated like the other parts of his wing. I wondered where he had put all the evidences of his mafia world. He wasn’t deep into the mafia but he had connection with which he used to do such hideous things and made him dangerous for innocent people. “Trying to find out something suspicious?” My breath hitched as I felt him coming closer to me while closing the door behind me. All the hairs behind my neck straightened up as I heard his question.

I ignored him, preparing to brush past him when his hand grabbed my arm in a soft grip. "Let me go!" "You might want to think twice about this, Emily. I really don't want it to get to this" I scoffed in disgust. "Really? Then, prove it by letting the innocent man leave. He did not do anything to deserve this." I observed his facial expression as it suddenly went from neutral to dark, and his jaw ticked. "No! He is not in any way innocent." "Good. Then we see in court, Mr. Wilson." ****

to work as a lowly sanitation worker now after getting out of prison. When he thought of that, his mind flashed back to the time when her nails were plucked, but she still desperately crawled to him. She kept saying that she was innocent! He almost believed her back then, but there was ample evidence and witnesses. There was no way she was innocent! That woman refused to admit her crime until the very end! "I'm glad you know that," said Zeke coldly.

I wont let anything o r anyone else harm her. Her innocence has help m e captive o f her. She i s A n Innocent Seduction . That has become m y Addiction. With all these thoughts, I kissed her head and finally fell i n deep slumber with the love o f m y life , sleeping safely i n m y arms. ****** Hlw there!! Hope you all are enjoying the story so far. Do share your views and plz do vote. It will surely make my day!! And do follow me on I*******m @author_priyaraj to know more about updates and stories.

He told the woman to give him a cigarette and said, “You don’t have to worry about a thing. Mr. Puzo doesn’t trust me, but he trusts you. It isn’t hard to solve this problem, so you can count on me.” Buchanon was not in the mood to smoke, so he pushed the woman away. “Do you think Mr. Puzo trusts me? He even has begun to suspect that one of my men is the mole. If you can’t solve this problem, I think we don’t have to see each other anymore.” “When Manuel failed his mission, he said he saw a woman help Sunny from the sideline.” Buchanon was stunned.

It made my heart race in a way I hated. "Go read a book, Cecilia. Let me handle the rest." He turned and walked back into the office, the door clicking shut behind him. I stood there for a long time, my hand going to the spot where he’d touched me. I was glaring, my mouth open at the indignation of it all. Yet, my skin was tingling. I was angry, terrified, and confused all at once. Finally I huffed and shook my head. I guess reading was better than nothing. I grabbed a book from the coffee table. ‘The Prince’ by Machiavelli. Fitting.

*** Janice *** Sitting there, the edge of my fork hovering above the plate, I couldn’t shake the oppressive weight of the letter in my mind. Eino. The man I had met only briefly this day, yet he lingered in my thoughts now, tainted by the sinister possibility that he might be the one to haunt Hyacinth’s every waking moment. On the surface, he was harmless, almost charming, the kind of man you’d dismiss as nothing more than an unassuming face in a crowd. But as any seasoned prosecutor knows, that veneer of normalcy is often a mask. A mask hiding the kind of dark, twisted motivations that only surface when it’s far too late.