Baki Prisoner Novels & Stories

Mimi says, “Is it cash or bank transfer?“ 'Tara says, “anyone you decide, cash or bank transfer” Mimi retorted, “Can I tell them to transfer to my country?“ 'Tara asked, “yes, you can choose because they want to utilize you for their business” Mimi replied, “hope prison will not be involved in?“ 'Tara asked, “far from it because they were influential and well connected, and they were not into crimes,” Mimi says,

Instead, I turn to leave and start my trek back towards the stairwell. Halfway there, a hand stops me, outstretched from behind one of the cells. There’s a piece of paper clutched in his fist. “Take it,” the prisoner says. “No thank you,” I tell him, intending to step around. “It’s about the rebellion,” the prisoner adds. That gets me to still and look back. The cell is too dark for me to make out much of the prisoner’s face, though he’s wearing the clothing of a guard. Likely this is one of the ones that betrayed Caleb, now suffering the price.

"I know. I see it too. But it's over now. It's just a memory. It can't hurt us anymore." "Are you sure? Really really sure?" "Really really sure." But I wasn't. Not after what Brock mouthed to me. Not after everything we'd been through. Not after learning that just when you think the nightmare is over, another one begins. My phone buzzed. Agent Park. "Brock is in a maximum security facility. Solitary confinement. Twenty-four hour surveillance. He's not escaping again. I promise you that." "What about Shaw?" "Bail revoked. Back in federal custody. We're filing additional charges related to today's incident. He's facing life in prison. Multiple counts. No possibility of parole."

"Old Wacko! I'll be leaving this place now! Thank you for taking care of me the past five years!" Emotions began welling up inside of Severin. When he was first sent to that prison, he witnessed how a gray-haired old man was bullied and withheld from having any food. Severin then willingly decided to share half of his food to the man. Everyone in prison called the old man a wacko because he was constantly mumbling about achieving immortality. Many ignored him, and some even abused him verbally, yet the Old Wacko seemed rather nonchalant about the whole thing. Severin was the only one who chatted with him every day, prompting the others to call Severin 'Little Wacko'.

She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues. She didn't know what her fate would be, as she had no one looking out for her. She had denied all charges, but a large sum of money had been found in her bank account, matching the day and time of the call she had made to Sergio. The IP address had led the police to a seedy hotel in Bergamo. They had set up multiple security filters at the city's exits. They were certain that Sergio hadn't left Milan.

“I don’t know if he’s still there.” Baji skimmed the content of the paper and suddenly, fire appeared in his hand and the paper was burnt completely. “Appreciate.” Baji stood up and turned around to leave, but he paused and turned around again. “Did you forget something?” His associate asked. Baji pointed to the cell. “That kid with glasses. He’s my relative. Can you get him out in a few days? How long is he gonna be there?” His associate looked at the cell where the dark orange haired guy from before waved his hand with a grin. The associate sighed. “He’ll live, but sure. I’ll give you the check. Anything else?”

The crimes they had committed were so serious that it wasn't a place to lock them up but for them to await their death. The prisoners, however, consisted of all men and not a single female. How did Raeleigh manage to get in and get in touch with someone from the inside? Unconsciously tightening the clenching of his fists, Jepherson stared at Raeleigh, who pursed her lips and didn't say a word. After some time had passed, Jepherson asked, "Who is it?" "A prisoner. His name is Austin Quirk." "Austin Quirk?" Jepherson did not know that man, but judging from the name, Jepherson knew that the man was not an ordinary person. Looking at Raeleigh's determined expression and attitude, Jepherson's hea

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

"General Nyosi is bleeding out on the fifth floor. Commander Kazi is buried under a collapsed building on the west side. The Forward Operating Base has fallen." He held up the heavy ring of magnetic keycards, the metal jingling sharply in the quiet room. "I am Baraka Juma. And I came to break the leash." For a moment, the silence was absolute. Then, a ragged, desperate sob broke from the girl with the fiber-optic hair. The sound acted like a catalyst. The cell block erupted into a cacophony of weeping, shouting, and frantic banging against the glass. The hope that had been violently beaten out of them by Nyosi’s conditioning suddenly roared back to life.

he begged. "It is. How'd you know," she laughed but clearly Lincoln wasn't finding the situation as funny. "Of all the prisons you could be sent to, why did it have to be this one? Why didn't I realize? Of course I know who Seth Knight is. Everyone knows Bluebird prison is the one he was sentenced to because everyone celebrated that the country's most notorious gang leader was finally caught. There was never enough evidence for years and then suddenly there was! He's bad news Daisy!" He yelled in a whisper, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting Seth to attack him at any moment.