Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

Elaine was shocked when she heard this word and hurriedly said, “Mr. White, can you think of a way so that I can be sent to another detention center instead? I’m just a helpless old lady, so how am I going to fight those felons?! I’ll definitely get beaten to death when the time comes...” Jakel said helplessly, “Sorry, Madam Elaine, but this is the operating rule of the New York judicial system. Judging by the current alleged crime that you’re charged with, Bedford Hills Correctional Facility is the only place that you can be sent to. This is not something I can deal with. I’m a lawyer, and I want to do things within the legal framework, not undermine the legal framework.” Elaine suddenly pa

The two of them didn't speak, but already knew what they had to do. They then placed Liam's body in the center of the special cell in question and then chained his hands and feet with special metal handcuffs containing silver. Yes. This prison was an ancient prison built by their ancestors who were still at war with the Lycans. A special prison to hold the Alphas. Silver Prison. “You know I have no choice, right?” Axias asked Russell. The tall, muscular man nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty. I will order my men to go report to the North. His Grace Old Duke must know everything.”

The maximum-security fortress stood like a monument to violence and failure. A labyrinth of concrete, steel, and shadows, where the worst of the worst from Italy and beyond were locked away, some awaiting trial, others forgotten by the world outside. Jeremy Cali stepped out of his armored SUV, his presence alone enough to make the guards stiffen. They knew who he was. More importantly, they knew what he was capable of. The prison gates groaned open, leading him through a series of sterile hallways, past rows of men with hollow eyes and rotting souls. The air was thick with sweat, desperation, and the unspoken promise of violence.

By the last question, Arista’s voice couldn’t help but tremble, “Does... does she... not need me anymore...” As soon as she finished speaking, tears welled up in her enormous eyes and fell to the ground. Arista’s crying appearance had always been extremely pitiful. Martha Marriott was silent for a moment, choosing to set aside his questions for now. “Caroline stayed with the Primordial Vampire... And the Primordial Vampire poses an enormous threat to the three packs, so... King Lycan has ordered Caroline and the Primordial Vampire to be imprisoned in Figurati.” “Figurati?” Arista froze. “Why... why... why are they imprisoned? My master is a good person...”

Romnick adjusted his airpods. Nicholas answered immediately. "Because he has access to their finances." "Oh." He continues. "That's actually important." Aiva looked offended. "You just realized that?" "Numbers aren't real." "They're literally real." "Agree to disagree." Because ahead the prison appeared a black compound surrounded by mountains isolated, heavily guarded place. A nightmare. Cinthye studied the building. "That's not a prison." Damien nodded. "It's a fortress." Unfortunately, they were right.

I throw a bunch of questions in as we travel through the Cardinal section of the palace to the public one, slipping past back corridors as to not run into anyone, before reaching the communication office. To make Malcom feel more comfortable I tell him to call me Leona, but seeing the visible discomfort and unwillingness I decide not to pursue the subject. But he does become somewhat relaxed—he does not flinch when I move a bit quickly. "And what about the prisons?" I ask in what I hope is a very casual tone. Just as I calculated, Malcolm does not pick up. He laughs as if I made a joke then says, "Prisons are not kept in palaces anymore, your majesty. The capital prison is on the other side

I counted the floors, and there were 5 floors on the ground. “Is this the prison?” I asked. “Yes,” Rodney answered as the elevator dinged. “Then what is up?” I asked. “There are also prisons in the up, a hospital, a cafeteria, just different departments for the criminals in the up, and also rogues dealing with psychiatric issues that make them dangerous,” he answered. “So just hardened criminals are here?” I asked, walking with them down the narrow hallway. “Yes,” he said, and they opened the door, and I was welcomed with noise. This looked like another world entirely; the cells are like cages, taking just one person. Small beds and a smaller room for toilets.

Author’s POV… Deep in the Lunar Fangs dungeon, the food servant went round the cells of the special inmates who weren’t allowed to leave the cells to have their meals. Because these prisoners were regarded as dangerous, they had their bathrooms right in the cells and were never allowed to come out. The servant had gone round serving food, and had reached the cell of a certain inmate who hadn’t been returning his plates. “Bring out your plate, or you won’t be served your next meal,” the servant warned.

Do you honestly think they'll let Celena walk out of there scot-free? "Remember, the Fourth Military District is one of the most infamous prisons in the whole country. No prisoner has ever survived to tell the tale. At the very least, they were all tormented until they went out of their minds!" Cheryl heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Her eyes were narrowed in malice, and she sneered. "That's great! I hope that little b*tch dies in there! If she does, everything she has, including the company and her mansion, shall become ours!"

The towering gates of the maximum-security prison loomed ahead, a foreboding sight that signaled the beginning of his incarcerated life. Upon arrival, the air crackled with authority as officers meticulously followed protocols to admit Ejay into the highly secure institution. Each step within the facility was shadowed by vigilant guards, their watchful eyes a constant reminder of the severity of his confinement. As he passed through multiple checkpoints, heavy doors sealed behind him, locking away any remnants of freedom he once possessed. Ejay was ushered into a cell within the confines of the maximum-security prison, the iron bars a stark testament to the formidable nature of his lifelong