Dream Of Prison Novels & Stories

the obscene remarks, or the laughing as I washed as hard as I could with the strong soap that was provided. I felt a little more human, cleaned up and wearing the gray uniform that was standard issue. But fatigue struck like a punch to my body as I followed Razor back to our cell. I staggered and almost fell. Razor grabbed my arm and held me in place. "Pearl, you're almost there. Remain composed." I fell back onto the lowest bunk in the jail. Every muscle hurt. My head was clouded by all the events that had transpired. "Get some rest," Razor advised. "Tomorrow's when the real fun begins." Before I could formulate a question, I fell asleep and wanted to know what she meant. My dreams were a

Imprisoned. I lay there, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I struggled to shake off the tendrils of fear that still gripped me tightly in their icy embrace. The echoes of the nightmare lingered in the recesses of my mind, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes that danced just beyond the edges of my vision. With trembling hands, I reached out to clutch the sheets, seeking solace in the familiar embrace of the bed that had once been a sanctuary but now felt like a prison. Because I shouldn’t have made it a sanctuary from the beginning. It is a prison as intended.

Still, thinking about the world beyond these walls, maybe—just maybe—I would one day find my purpose. All of a sudden, a memory from my dreams flashed in my mind. A part of me longed to understand the meaning behind them—why I kept dreaming those dreams. Was it true that they were made by the Devil King? Was it true that he was my mate? I didn’t know the answers yet, but a big part of me was desperate to uncover the truth behind those mysteries. Maybe that was one of the reasons I was still alive. Beta Fred left the prison to do his duties, leaving me all alone in this dark cell. I had no other choice but to retreat to the corner, sit down, and curl myself into a ball.

Are you trying to say that you're not hating yourself because you don't love yourself? - I mean that you should put a potted plant in the cells, it is beneficial for the prisoner and the jailer. - I say turning around in bed and facing him. Yeah, it really could serve as a hobby so I wouldn't be alone with my mind. I knew it was a mirage, but I caught a glimpse of my mother's silhouette watching me from the hall. - Do you want me to put a flower vase here? Yeah, you really are weird. You know, many prisoners ask for more food, a better mattress, water, or even a decent place to piss.

He moved his hand to her large breast and squeezed gently, her whole body heated in pleasure and a moan escaped Aloha mouth as Ragnar dipped one of his fingers into her V. "Fuck” Aloha moaned, she wanted him badly, wanting him inside of her. “Did you want me inside of you now?” He growled, Just as she opened her mouth to reply, a sudden ray of mellow sunlight filtered through the tiny windows of the prison and shone on Aloha's eyes. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking around, and it dawned on her that everything was a dream, she had a dream, the king would strip off her clothes.

She didn't know what to do. She's caught, she's caught... She could probably no longer get the dream that she so wished. She won't be able to give her child the life that it deserves. She grew up deprived of freedom and wishes not to let her child experience the same way, but she thinks it will forever be just a dream. A wishful thinking. Suddenly her conspiracy walked back to their direction. "Hey, what's up?" "Oh, dude. I just wanna ask a favour. Could you ask some maids to deliver food here? One of the inmates couldn't stop yelling unless we gave her some food. She has probably gone insane." The man let out a deep chuckle.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

PRISON WITHOUT WALLS "Nightmare. She was struggling with someone or something in her dream, and it seemed like Lipe was watching a horror movie as he saw her being devastated by something or someone in her dream. That horror movie where an evil man traps the person in the world of dreams."

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!