Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

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.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the private office suites carved into the surrounding cliffside, each one customized with heavy bear skins and rare ironwood furniture tailored to their personal preferences. Amirah Kingsley strolls over, tossing a heavy leather pouch of gold tokens directly into Fiona’s hands with a bright, arrogant grin. “Consider that your personal decoration budget, Fiona. Lord Azel doesn't run a prison camp. If you need rare furs or custom weapons from the southern smiths, buy them.” Ethan catches his breath, running a scarred hand over the polished ironwood railing of his new suite. “Back at the Dominion, five of us shared a single stone cell. We had to fight the lower be

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 .

"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."

Alpha King Ozar. My boot echoes off the stone walls as I stride into the corridors of the prison. The guard leads me deeper into the fortress's bowels. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and aged iron, a proof of centuries of confinement. Yet, the prison has seen advancements with thicker iron bars, reinforced doors, and locking mechanisms.

The holding facility was not a prison; it was a sensory deprivation chamber designed for the dissolution of the soul. They didn't call it a jail. They called it The Processing Center, a concrete-walled monolith buried deep beneath the city's old financial district. When the guards threw me into the interrogation chair, the cold metal bit into my skin through my thin sweater.

"Doc, please reconsider. Is it really worth it to give up your supreme status for just a regular woman? With your status, you could have any supermodel, actress, or even a princess of any nation that you wish for! They would stand in line just for a chance to share your bed!" Tiusto Penitentiary Facility was where the world's super-villains and industry mavericks were housed. It was a prison unlike any other. Presently, there was a well-suited elderly man begging pitifully at a young man who was on the other side of the bars.

Before I left, I gave him one last parting message. "Oh, by the way, you’re going to be moved to a new facility soon. I spent quite a bit to make sure you’re transferred. It’s a special prison, full of inmates with... particular 'tastes.' A soft, defenseless college boy like you? I’m sure you’ll be very popular. Enjoy your life sentence." Stepping outside, I looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful day—the sun blazed down on me. I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years.

"He likes listening to you read. There's a difference." "I think anyone would like reading if they had you all cuddled and pressed up against them." Levi added with a smirk. Unable to think of a good comeback, she just stuck her tongue out at them and put her focus back on her book while they laughed. The prison only had a small selection of books but surprisingly, many of them were romance or comedy and a few were philosophical. When she asked about it, she was told they weren't allowed to be exposed to anything violent. They didn't want to 'provoke' prisoners, which was very understandable.