El Diablo Prisoner Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ricky said calmly. "What?" asked Diandra curiously. "I'll talk about it later. Now let's get out of here," replied Ricky, pulling Diandra away. Elsewhere, Edward received a report about the escape of the most dangerous criminal prisoner from one of the prisons. He immediately went to the location to ascertain how the prisoner could escape, even though he had provided very tight security so that the person would have no chance to escape. But in fact, after years of imprisonment, the man managed to escape.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~

why did it have to be Leonard? "And you’re planning to go to him and beg for his heart to save Ellijah? Jacques, have you forgotten who Leonard is? He’s a mafia member, one of the five executives of a notorious crime organization in France!" "I have no other choice, Irenee. I can’t lose the reason I’m still alive, not for the second time." "I know, Jacques. I’d do anything for Ellijah too, even sacrifice my life. But must it be Leonard? He’s not the same person who used to play with us."

The wailing of the prisoners who have been tortured and straightened out were left in the cell. Damian walked inside the cell holding their newest prisoner and found him on his knees while his entire face was covered in blood.. He was given a black which made him look unrecognisable.. “You look pathetic..” Damian spoke and this caught the attention of the man who'd been beaten up pretty badly. “you can go ahead and kill me, but you won't get anything from me..” The man stubbornly said and this made Damian laugh… “Trust me, that should be the last thing on your mind right now, Anthonio.” Damian called out his name and his lips parted in surprise..

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with her knowing this would be the o

Diablo let out a little chuckle as he pulled me to his chest. “Sometimes I find myself wondering how I would have been if you were not in my life.” Diablo said, making me smile. I looked up at him and shook my head in question, giving him a gentle smile. “And how do you think it would have been?” “I don't even want to know, nor do I want to think about imagining that day without you in my life. Because I know for a fact that without you in my life, I wouldn't be the man that I am today. I wouldn't be carrying this humanity that I'm having in me today. I know that the man that I am would have killed Alonzo whether or not he liked it, whether or not it went against me. Until today, I am still

“What the hell is going on? Is any of this true?” Ellie’s face was pale. She dragged a hand through her hair, tugging hard. “This…this was back when Damien was still the prodigal asshole. Partying, reckless, running with the wrong crowd and street gang. There’s a chance some of it is real. I… I honestly don’t know anymore.” We were all dazed, staring at the screen where reporters kept shouting over each other and Olivia just stood there, still smiling that same chilling smile. Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open.

Or show any sign of weakness. "I want you to understand something." Dante's tone was...soft. Even if his voice was laced with vulnerability, his grip on her only tightened. "You can't begin to imagine how innocent he was. Cain... he.. He didn't deserve any of this. He didn't even belong in this life." His fingers dug in, bruising. "I did everything I could to protect him. To keep him away from people like you." His voice betrayed him and broke slightly, showing a rare glimpse of grief. But just as quickly, his expression hardened again, like cold steel.

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.

Inside a narrow, stuffy room, a man sat leaning against the wall. His beard grew unkempt, his eyes were sunken, and his body looked thinner than the last time the public saw him. That man was Damian - Elena's ex-husband, who was now serving time for his actions in holding and kidnapping Elena.