A Prisoner And Yet Novels & Stories

Kaiser would rather be f*cking Erica than me, and the truth hurt. “Mrs. Lee, Madame, we are all prisoners, aren’t we?” She smiled intelligently. “We are imprisoned by our own greed and desires, and we all have a reason for coming here.” I had wanted to retort that I wasn’t here of my own will, but I decided she didn’t need to know. I thought for a few seconds. The girl looked smart and resourceful. If she could get me out, then maybe I owed her one. But, it wouldn’t be easy to escape Lenard’s imprisonment, so I had to take my chances with her. I barely knew her and so, I prayed hard that she wouldn’t double-cross me.

the guard smacked his lips as he slammed the gate shut and when I followed his gaze it landed on two prisoners inside the cell beside mine. “Let me go! You can't do this to me!” I gripped the rods, pushing and yelling. “It will do you more good to stay calm,” one of the prisoners said. I was tired and felt like breaking down into tears. I looked at the prisoners. They seemed comfortable and I almost asked them what their crimes were but swallowed my words. They said the pack was at peace but we still had prisoners. “I stole from my neighbour, that's why I'm here,” one of the prisoners said as if he heard my thoughts.

I beg as the guards push me to the door. “Lock her up” He says solely not waiting to see if his orders had been carried out. I fought, kicked, begged, and screamed but they still dragged me to the cage, tossing me inside and locking me in without sparing me a glance. They lock me in the cell along with a prisoner who was clipping his fingernails. Having no other option I sit on my butt praying for a miracle. “Open the cage” I never thought I’d ever be happy to see Jaden.

And they weren't just a threat. ​"They're a Prison," Kael whispered. "And we’re the jailers. But every jailer is just a prisoner who holds the keys."

No matter what happens, I will find my freedom. But for now, she was still the prisoner. She was still the Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife, forgotten and left to rot in the cold. TO BE CONTINUE

"You can't think like that, Elizabeth. It's in the past now, it's done. All you have is right now, and right now you have to hang on until he get's here." I sigh, knowing he's right. I look at the cage in front of me and see it's empty. I frown, "Where's the guy from that cell?" Lincoln looks towards it, "He was moved to another place. Apparently we got a new prisoner." I felt a spike of anger, "Another Boy!" He shakes his head, "No, another man." I frown. How could Matheseus capture a man? Just in time I heard the metal door creaking open.

TERZO “I don’t. You betrayed me, but I’m not capable of doing what you think I can. I’m here in prison, am I?” He looked around. This is impenetrable than Fort Knox or a Gulag.” “Or you’re more capable here than people might think you can outside.”

"Alright, this is where we part ways, ma'am. Good luck." Constance hurriedly made her way to the cell. She was so desperate to free its occupant that her hands were trembling when she opened the door. The prisoner looked fragile and weak. And by the looks of his bones printing under his skin, it was obvious he was being underfed. "Am I dreaming?" His frail voice asked. "Or have I finally died and gone to hell because my eyes seemed to be playing tricks on me," he tried to laugh, but it turned into a cough.

Just as the soldier was about to turn away, I finally gathered the courage to stop him. “Excuse me, what crime have I committed?” I whispered. “I don’t know!” The soldier closed the prison door and was about to lock it. “Wait, didn’t the prince tell you anything about me? Like when can I leave here?” I asked, my hand on the prison door and my face almost pressed against it. The guard looked around warily before locking the prison door and saying in a low voice, “The prisoner opposite you was locked up by the prince for stealing. Now that he’s dead, do you think the prince will care if you’re dead or alive? No one cares about the life and death of prisoners here, no one!” I immediately let

"What are you, some kind of dark fairy?" "That's none of your business." I snapped. "She's a shadow weaver." The prisoner being brought in answered. He had been behind me in line. His tan skin was on display as he wore no shirt. He had a necklace on with a singular bright light. It was a true light. Is he..? "Like me." He smiled at me as he walked into the cell to the right of me. I saw the length of his hair tied behind his head as he walked in. It was silky, long and black reaching between his shoulder blades.