Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

Dante didn't say anything to Cain, but kept watching him mess with his food while the other two laughed. "Is this the benefit of being a prison boss? Looks like I'll be taking that title from you, boy," Cain mocked, licking the sauce from his hand, dumping the messy plate back on the table. His repulsive act was seen by other inmates and fellow cops. But no one wanted to get involved. Even Meera got irritated by this and came up to me, grabbing my arm to get me to act. "Why aren't you doing anything? Stop that lunatic!" She said, looking back at Cain then at me.

"But he's not right for you. Ashleigh, my friend, you are through with settling. Do you hear me?" Ashleigh nodded. I am not good enough. I am a selfish, shallow, slut, bitch. In the sub-basement of the Federal Building where Ashleigh, Kendra and Lance worked, is a tunnel system used to transport prisoners from the Federal Courthouse that sat directly across the street, to the Justice Center. She wasn't exactly sure why the sub-basement went beneath the street and why the transportation of prisoners had anything to do with their building but for these questions there were no answers. All Ashleigh knew is that the gym was also located in the sub-basement.

When the door finally creaked open, a wave of decay and blood hit them in the face. Ragnar froze in place. The Alpha, who had been shouting about exposing my 'tricks', now stood with a pale face. He was nearly unable to keep his balance. The warden held up a torch and shook his head. “I’ve been running this prison for years. I’ve never seen a werewolf corpse rot like this. Who knows how long she's been locked up in here? “This cell should never have been in use! It shouldn’t have started leaking poisonous gas either. If I had known someone was in here, I would’ve arranged patrols and meals. At the very least, I would've made sure she didn’t rot to death without anyone knowing.”

The chains around my wrists clink against the floor as my back scrapes against the ragged stone. No one was coming to save me, no one knew where I was. Four months ago I was a princess… no, I am a princess, that will never change. Although I don’t feel like one. Chained to the rough rock. The dirt and grime clinging to my skin. I think back to when my life was normal; my father eating breakfast like he does every morning before heading to do his duties.

He had that perfect smile that made me believe every damn thing he said. “Let me take you beautiful ladies to him”. He said and ushered us calmly into the station. The walls round the large yard were as high as a tower. On its top was a roundabout with electric bars. First of all there was no way anyone would even think of breaking out of prison with how tight the security is not to talk of the dogs barking from the cage and the electric bars at the top of the fence with sharp iron thorns on them. A sly smile tugged the side of my lip as we strolled in. The large prison had different sections for women and men.

“Let me guess. Someone that wants you completely gone from life, right? A man who manipulated you into getting into a legal precinct prison, then paid a hefty, ridiculous amount of cash to the local authorities to have you roughened up by the local muscle, and then quietly transfers you to the black market prison? Because that's what I like to call this place. The black market prison. The graveyard where you’ll never see the dawn of the day again.” I stared at her, my jaw tightening as the absolute reality of Yamelyan’s setup solidified. “Something like that. Yeah. He told me he had a surprise waiting for me.” “Oh, he’s a big fan of surprises,” she said, her voice dripping with an incredibly

Gritting his teeth, he spat out, “Frederick Lester, I curse you and your entire family!” Frederick responded with a sharp slap. “Have you not learned your lesson? Keep eating, then!” “Stop! Stop!” Completely defeated, Dominic stammered, “G-Give me a few minutes to prepare. I can’t go out looking like this!” “Three minutes,” Frederick said calmly, “starting now...” With no other option, Dominic hastily cleaned himself up and led Frederick and Willa to the state government's underground prison. It was the highest-level prison, equipped with heavy firepower and advanced AI technology.

SELENA’S POV "I have always hated the smell of prison and rats," I muttered, and they seem to be synonymous to each other. As I walked into the prison yard, the cold metal bars and the sterile smell of disinfectant hit me like a ton of bricks. The ground was concrete and the walls were made of reinforced steel, towering over me like a symbol of oppression. I could see the other prisoners in their cells, some pacing back and forth, others sitting on their bunks with a defeated look in their eyes. It was a depressing sight, but my focus was on Ana and her predicament.

I made arrangements with her parents and mine to help her out, gave her and Chad a big kiss, and left. I wasn't lying about the overtime. They were so far behind they were happy to let us work seven days a week. It was a new minimum-security prison and the cells were built to look more like dormitories. The only difference was there was no kitchen and the cells were eight-by-eight and each had a sink and toilet. It was a plumbing nightmare. Our responsibility was siding and roofing. They were the biggest buildings I'd ever sided, and we managed to get two sided and roofed a week. There was only six left to do when we got there, so by the last week we were looking for something to do. Bobby r

Then he stepped back and gestured to the soldiers behind him. "Take them," he said. --- The prison was beneath the old Crib site. They had built it into the foundation, converting the deep basement levels into something functional and cold and deliberately lightless except for a single Fae light outside each cell that provided just enough illumination to see the walls. The walls were iron threaded through the stone, which under different circumstances I would have found almost funny, using the one material that disrupted Fae power to build a prison for people who were trying to use that same material against them.