Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

​"They called him the Prison Boss —a bloodthirsty monster who ruled the cells and terrified the guards. And I was the rookie cop they threw to the wolves." ​Valeska wanted to earn her badge without her multi-millionaire father’s influence. But her bravery backfires when she’s assigned to Area 4—the personal kingdom of the notorious brutal prison boss, Dante Cross. ​She swore she wouldn’t break. She swore she would look the monster in the eye and show no fear. ​But pride comes before the fall. ​Cornered in the dark, the Prison Boss rapes her, shattering her courage and leaving her trembling, terrified, and bearing a scar that will haunt her forever. ​Worse than the pain is the

"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.

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.

They entered a private elevator that ascended swiftly, silently, making Lynn's stomach lurch. The doors opened directly into an apartment. No, apartment was too small a word. It was a penthouse, vast and breathtakingly opulent. The entire wall facing the city was made of glass, offering a panoramic view that made Lynn feel like he was floating above the world. Everything was sleek, modern, and cold. Expensive art adorned the walls, but it felt sterile, like a museum. There was no life here, no warmth. It was the most beautiful prison he could imagine.

Not the sterile medical facilities or generic hotel suites of my previous imprisonments, but the kind of luxury that Wakes specialized in designer furniture, original artwork, expensive fixtures that whispered of unlimited resources. A prison so beautiful it could pass for a sanctuary. I tried to sit up and immediately felt the familiar tug of monitoring equipment. Fetal heart monitor strapped around my belly, IV line in my arm, blood pressure cuff automatically inflating every fifteen minutes. But these weren't standard hospital machines, they were top-of-the-line equipment that belonged in the world's best medical facilities. "Good, you're awake." A woman entered the room wearing scrubs, b

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

I am. I didn't even see Missile's shadow while we were in the cafeteria. It was peaceful as hell and the food was strangely good too. It wasn't like the one's you can get on the restaurants, but it was sure different from the other prison facilities. Prisoners are treated like guests here. Power does give you a lot. I have to be honest. I've seen lot of prisons before, and it was never this fancy. Everything about this place feels like a fairytale. Like what kind of prisons serves steaks to their inmates? Like does that even make sense?