Alpha Inmate Book Novels & Stories

***** PRISON The women sat in the cafeteria, some banging their fist on the table every once in a while trying to get attention, some busy doing sexual acts with their partner under the food stained tables, others were sitting by themselves timidly, some looking all tough, while the rest were gathered at one side whispering to themselves. The door was kicked open and Amanda walked in, dressed in an army uniform. She had half her hair braided while the other looked messy and uncombed. There were piercings and tattoos over her face, her cold eyes scanned the room, looking at the faces of each convict, daring them to do something to offend her. She smirked at the attention she had gotten with h

She sat with her book open and unread in her lap and looked at the fire and said the thing she had been saying to herself since the first night. You do not feel sorry for the man who chained you. The words came out the same. Only the landing had changed.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah!" He was extremely surprised by her sudden scream. He turned around in bewilderment, and the handsome man inside the labor camp looked like he wanted to kill him, glaring with bloodshot eyes and shouting, "Let go! Let go! You despicable scoundrel! I will kill you! I will kill you!" His frantic and mad yelling left the man in the red robe blinking a few times, turning to ask someone, "What's going on?" Alpha Levi, still calm, pulled the yamen back in place, "Are you steady?"

I need to make sure they are well taken care of. When I got to my prison cell, I found an inmate sharing with me. There he lied, reading a book. He was dark, heavy, and huge. His muscles were parked, you`d say he has been here for quite some time now. As I walked into the cell, the problem became one, am I or am I not going to greet this man?

His door locked only from the outside. He understood the message well enough. He was being kept, not sheltered. The room itself was comfortable, he'd give the Warden that much—a real bed, a private washroom, meals delivered on schedule that were better than anything he'd eaten during the desperate weeks running from Valdez's territory. Comfortable, and utterly without dignity. A gilded holding cell for an asset whose value had become uncertain enough to require careful management rather than genuine trust.

It was a sleep full of nightmares, which made her wake up scared all the time. Later, she got hungry and thirsty, and she couldn't believe when someone opened the door and gave her a tray with some food and water. She didn't imagine that Jack was the type of people that would treat his prisoners well. It didn't match his reputation at all. She had always heard that he was a very bad man, so it was actually weird to see that he allowed something like that to happen. Maybe he wanted her alive to answer his questions. "You wish!" Violet murmured to herself.

Being a newcomer and someone who came from a rich background, the other inmates are making fun of her. "Look at this fresh meat. She looks like a model. Are you a high-end prostitute or something? One of the older inmates inquired while looking at her maliciously. Alison sneered, "I'm not a prostitute and my fiancé is about to get me out of here." She cried out while inching away from the other inmates. In her eyes, they are nothing more than a pile of human garbage, a waste of space in this world. Soon another detainee marched to her, "What are you in for, princess?" She asked. This particular inmate had an air of authority surrounding her and Alison knew this inmate was the leader, but she

I looked from one gaze on to another as we also have all the cold concrete floor or walls surrounding as engaging as in many ways more than one while there was no more vocal disagreements to my words I could see that their eyes had great doubt and their lips were allowing saliva to drool out looking at the other inmate who was dramatically acting as if this was going to be his last meal with how he was gushing over it. I had to raise my voice for the other inmates to bring the attention back to me again and then I finally got this one I was determined to keep it as I place my hands on their shoulders looking at them straight in the eyes I promised them that I was going to get all of them ou

Most of the of the people in the cells are mostly innocent people who Sinclair have put here for not helping his course or finding out about his plans, But over the course of the time I've been here and Adonis became King he has released a lot of people, It wasn't a big prison anyway, we are about 50 inmates here, Life here has taught me a lot about life and making the right decisions at the appropriate time mostly as a man. Me and Rissa are seated on the table after waiting in line to collect our food from the prison cook. When we sat on the steel tables, Rissa bent her head down looking at her food and shook her head, She raised her head back up, “I'm fucking tired of this shit.” She moane

If I hadn’t possessed my healing power, I might have lost him forever. That, I could never forgive. “You still refuse to admit it, don’t you?” My voice was cold, unwavering. “You didn’t save him, Hilary. I did. Jack was locked in cell twenty-nine that night. When I found him, he had no shirt, so I helped him put on a prisoner’s uniform before I carried him out. You stole that credit and lied to him for years.” Silence fell over the room. Jack’s eyes locked onto mine, wide with disbelief. I wasn’t sure if he remembered those details or not, but now, the truth was laid bare.