Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

“When we had to interview a prisoner for a feature. Definitely wasn’t anything like this though.” She gave a small nod. “That is to be expected. This place is what Ledger would call a glorified prison.” Her mouth twitched—her version of a smirk. “This is where they send the big names, or anyone who can pay enough to keep the walls clean.” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “So instead of sending them to where they’re supposed to reflect and pay for their crimes, they just… what? Coddle them?” I shook my head, staring at a group of men walking in the yard. At least they still had on prison uniforms. “What’s even the point?”

Scarlett demanded. James looked at her. "You..." "Did you forget Nash's orders? Help me!" Scarlett extended her hand, seizing the opportunity to boss him around. James could not disobey orders and begrudgingly helped her. Scarlett finally felt satisfied. --- Nash and Felix arrived at the prison. Upon seeing Nash, the guards respectfully greeted him, "Captain York." The prison was located on an island, large and secure. After navigating through a maze of corridors, they reached the underground facility where high-profile prisoners were kept.

Less than ten minutes after Jeffrey had sent the message in the family group calling me a bastard, he had posted a message on the backend of that gambling website. "In a foul mood today. Lost 20,000 dollars. Damn it!" "What happened?" "Can't stand the sight of my cousin. What does she even have? All she got was Grandpa playing favorites and giving her an old, beat-up car. Sooner or later, I'll get my hands on it."

' thought Charlotte as she looked at the prison . It was dark and it was lighted only by fire and not by crystals like in the palace . The walls were made from rectangular blocks of rocks while the cell doors were made from silver and iron .The bed looked clean and the wc also was very clean . Except for the light that made the place look darker and a bit stiff the other things didn't fit the description of prison at all . ' In comparison to the cells and dungeons in Anadol , this is like a five-star hotel prison . ' thought Charlotte when she saw that the conditions were quite comfortable for the prisoners .

Some even fled during the last trial, relying on others to shield them. “Change their status,” I say, pointing to five names. “Strip them of luxury privileges. They sleep outside now. In the cages.” The Betas nod and rush to obey. Within minutes, five more Omegas are being dragged toward the outer cells, iron cages stacked against the wall where the worst prisoners are kept. The Omegas whimper but do not protest. They know better. Rael moves next to me. “What about the ones who are doing well?” He's not wrong, he should move some inside who have proven themselves. We did with Veyra and we do it every year. We're delayed this year. veyra has distracted us all.

Centuries if the stolen power I'd absorbed extended my life as I'd hoped. "Comfortable?" the guard asked sarcastically. "Quite. Thank you for asking." "You're awfully calm for someone facing life imprisonment." "I'm playing the long game. You're just a move I'll counter eventually." "We'll see about that." Yes. We would. The facility was impressive. Deep underground. Multiple layers of wards. Cells designed specifically for different types of supernatural criminals. Guards rotated constantly to prevent corruption. They'd learned from past mistakes. Built something that should have been inescapable.

Heir of the billionaire empire built by Karl and Martha Hendrix. I scrolled further, my heart pounding as words like murder cases, mysterious deaths, and Elites Prison jumped out at me. My eyes widened when I read: Served at the Elites Prison—the most secure and dangerous prison in the world. I felt a chill crawl down my spine. I clicked on one of the articles. It detailed his alleged involvement in a string of mysterious murders. The cases were never solved, and somehow, Harry had walked free. But that wasn’t all. There were more stories—stories of power, manipulation, and control. He wasn’t just a billionaire; he was someone who operated in shadows most people feared to enter.

"Call for backup to conduct a pursuit and don't forget to make an arrest warrant. We request the continued cooperation of the Gallent hotel to trace whether Mr. Prawidja is the one who brought all this. We hope you can cooperate fully as a witness to your suspicions." Selena nodded her head, seeing how fast the police were working and how responsive they were, without creating panic or riots, they seemed relaxed in their work. "It seems that putting a cactus plant as a room decoration is indeed a good option because they don't need to be watered often. Unfortunately, cactus plants, which don't need that much water, are often used as a medium to store things secretly."

“Good luck diamond “Larib kissed her cheek and said .... “Thanks good luck to you .......” She hugged her too and then they both moved towards their destination ... and today this destination was terrifying in one's world.... 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 Central Prison is one of the most dangerous, cruel, and insensitive prisons in the world. She was soon sitting in front of her uncle. .. “So this time your professor has sent you on an assignment ... you have a student pass, it means there is an assignment ... you didn't come to take my interview ... my ears are open, start ..?”

He said as I was surprised, narrowing my eyes, I didn’t recall jails being like this. “Dariel is here?” I asked again for confirmation. “Hmm.” Helder did some formalities and we were permitted to meet Dariel. Surprised to find him being locked in a room instead of an actual cell. “Hey,” Dariel waved his hand at me. My jaw dropped, scanning the place, not sure what to consider it, “When did prisons become this… good?” I asked vaguely, contemplating the room with proper furniture and a bathroom. “I am an aristocrat, darling. That too with an unofficial warrant.” He smirked, folding his arms at his chest proudly while there was nothing to be proud about.