Gay Prison Penpals Novels & Stories

“And let’s not forget the biggest gossip of the week.” Amelia blinked. “What gossip?” Roxy whispered, “Apparently, two guards were caught kissing in the laundry room. On camera.” Clara nodded eagerly. “And do you know why they got caught? Because someone hacked the system and played the footage on every screen in the cafeteria.” Amelia stared. “No way.” Roxy shrugged. “Welcome to Block A. We don’t get entertainment, so we make our own.” Clara tightened the last piece of Amelia’s hair and stepped back proudly. “There. Even in prison, you still look like a bride.”

The man is less older than fifty, not so big in his body, but he can't see his face, because his back is turned to him Dear new cellmate, Mahone utters silently, then drops himself on the single bed. Who knows what kind of criminal you are. A psychopath? Child abuser? Sex defender? A murderer? Or maybe, if God helps, a drug dealer? He sighs and puts an arm below of his head, shutting his eyes "Why aren't you in juvenile prison?" a deep, gentle voice comes from the upper bed Mahone lifts himself up, "Who are you? He hears a chuckle in reply. "It doesn't matter who I am, does it? Fine, my name is Two G.

So, the guards should be glad I have no escape plan like the notorious criminals meant to be here. “Don’t talk to her like that,” Caden thunders a warning to the officer with great fortitude. There is nothing in this world that could make Caden cringe. “Get in,” the officer orders when he frees my shaky hands, ignoring my stepbrother’s attitude. The jail Caden and I are thrown into is exactly the kind you see in pictures. The cell is situated underground in the department. The sullied walls are thick and covered in creepy graffiti. Strictly barred openings with metallic bars are solely designed for oxygen and, mostly, for keeping an eye on the criminals, including me.

All the make-up cards are used up. [Let’s get a divorce.] The next second, hundreds of messages flooded my phone.

The basement was dark and dank, though nothing like Eastern State Penitentiary. Compared to that hellhole, these inmates were living large, and as Jamie paused, his hand about to activate the lock on the door, Elliott looked over his shoulder at Aaron who gave him a reassuring nod, and then he gestured for the doctor to unlock the cell.

Watching the stunned expressions around the hall, I tightened my hold on the pen a little more. Joseph's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Soon, a metallic smell spread through the room. Guests went pale, frozen in shock at the scene unfolding before them. "It's a sensory-link prototype! I heard this is Sloane Group's latest product!" "No wonder she was kissing and licking that pen. It connects to his manhood!" "Testing it themselves before it even goes public… That's interesting." "Alex has been at the Sloane family's mercy for years, and to be humiliated like this must be rough."

"But a few packs of cigarettes and a bit of 'protection' go a long way with the inmates on work release. They love making phone calls. They love whispering names in the dark." Rafferty looked at the shattered mirror. The paranoia. The smell of cologne. The shadows in the gym. It wasn't a haunting. It was a choreographed campaign. "You're in a cage," Rafferty spat, but his hand was shaking so hard the phone rattled against his ear. "You can't touch me."

After being released from prison on Christmas Eve, I find my wife, Jessica Wright, waiting outside the gates with our daughter, Penny Joyner. The late fall sky stretches overhead in a warm, golden hue, but the look in Jessica's eyes is cold. "How annoying," she says. "They just had to let you out in time for Christmas dinner." Penny covers her nose in disgust. "Mom, Dad smells awful! I still like Uncle Caleb better." I remember how Jessica used Grandma's illness to force me to take the fall for her first love, Caleb Moore. Because of her, I went to prison in his place. It is also Penny's words that finally destroy the last of my hope. She says, "Dad, just go. Uncle Caleb will take goo

Thank you again for reading "The Alpha's Pen Pal." I hope you enjoyed following along with the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. There will be a book two. Book two is titled "The Beta's Blind Date," and will follow Reid as the main character. I do not know when I will begin updates for this book, as I am currently working on another project that I need to have finished by the end of this month (July 2023), and I am also working on getting Pen Pal ready for print.

A chill ran through me as I remembered how my sisters were always out from dawn till dusk, coming home reeking of blood, griping about running into the cops again. I thought of the news, day after day, cycling stories of criminals being rounded up and thrown into prison. I couldn't drag them into this. Lifting my head, I tried to plead with him one last time. "Ms. Greco, my sisters are all working out of state—like, really far. There's no way they can come. Can I just write an apology letter, say I'm sorry, or take detention instead? Just please don't call them, okay?"