Novel & Cerita Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook

And she, Sera Lin, already drowning in her own battles, had walked willingly into his cage. Her voice broke the silence, sharp. “You’re not getting out.” The prisoner laughed. The sound was not joy. It was dark, guttural, the kind of laugh that stripped the air from the lungs of those who heard it. The torches guttered, shadows writhing across the walls like serpents. “Not yet,” he said softly, leaning forward as much as the chains allowed. “But you will open my cage, blood heir. You already have.”

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

Bruised, bleeding, and tied to a rusted chair in the center of the room. Otis entered from one side. Claude from the other. Enoch leaned against a post, arms crossed, silent and watching. The prisoner squirmed. “Y-you don’t know who you’re messing with!” Otis crouched beside him, wiping his glasses. “That’s the problem. We do.” He held up the coin no, the medallion between two fingers. The golden crest gleamed even in the dim light. Crowned wolf. Rose clenched in its teeth.

Next book coming soon... Missing youth Chapter ????: Inmate 0214 The low hum of chatter within the other cells echoed and boomed but I remained laying on m- bed facing the wall. footsteps approached my cell and stopped. Knocks on the cell bars made it apparently clear that they were trying to get my attention. “Rise and shine prisoner, today's your lucky day.” I rolled over clearly confused… “What?” “You are Don Trever cell C317 inmate 0214, correct?”

The prisoner throws his head back, a pained laugh escaping his throat. “Why are you here?” I inquire as the Delta grabs hold of the prisoner’s next nail. No answer. Another nail is ripped out and the man’s laughter grows louder. It sends chills down my spine. “Did the Rogue King send you?” Again, no answer. The Delta rips his nail out and the prisoner doubles over. We continue this process until he’s down to two nails left. The prisoner profusely bleeds from his fingers. There are small pools of blood by his feet and the pliers have become slippery after the previous uses.

he suddenly said, his tone taking a different sound. His fingers remained on my hair as he met my eyes, "There are dangerous people out there, looking for you." "Doesn't mean you guys get to lock me up in here like I'm some prisoner!" I snarled, the words leaving me before I could stop them. Noir chuckled, the sound was a low rumble and it caught me off guard. Something twisted in my stomach...twisted isn't the right word to describe it. "You don't seem to understand the situation, Goldie," He finally pulled back and crossed his arms over his large chest, "You are in fact our prisoner, until we decide otherwise."

A deafening boom ripped through the underground kingdom. The golden eyes vanished beneath a storm of silver light. The chains wrapped around something enormous. Something beyond imagination. The city trembled. The jailer stood motionless. Holding. Containing. Enduring. Then came a sound I never wanted to hear. A snap. One chain broke. The noise echoed like a thunderclap. Then another chain shattered. And another. And another. The prison was failing. The jailer's light brightened desperately. More chains appeared. Thousands more.

She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues. She didn't know what her fate would be, as she had no one looking out for her. She had denied all charges, but a large sum of money had been found in her bank account, matching the day and time of the call she had made to Sergio. The IP address had led the police to a seedy hotel in Bergamo. They had set up multiple security filters at the city's exits. They were certain that Sergio hadn't left Milan.

no, he looked like those triplets that brought out laughter and gray hair in her. “Excuse me?” “You asked about my wrists; the metal of the shackles sometimes digs in too deep and causes bruises and cuts.” Chrystal held her breath as she listened to him; she was not prepared to hear something like that. She had thought the boy had tried to slit his wrists, but shackles? Was he in prison? Or was he treated as a slave? Kidnapped? Yes, maybe he had been kidnapped and had managed to escape. Oliver, for his part, didn't know what else to do; she looked dismayed, but that was the truth. He was afraid she would rat him out and turn him into Craig. Chrystal got up and collected the dishes, then retu