Novel & Cerita Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

“Wait—wait, who—who are you?” The figure didn’t speak. It moved closer, each step slow, deliberate, like a predator savoring the fear that grew with its approach. Azar’s breathing quickened. He pressed himself against the back wall of his cell, fingers trembling. “If you’ve come for gold, I—I’ll pay you! I still have accounts! Hidden vaults! You’ll have it all!” Still, the figure gave no reply. It stopped directly before his cell. For a moment, the torchlight flickered just enough to reveal a gloved hand sliding along the bars. Then, impossibly, the lock clicked open without a key.

Alex says in a grimaced voice. He seems really mad. "Sorry Alpha.We'll shift him to another celler."Nolan accepts his fault.I roll on the pompous show of power and dominance. The guards on either sides of the door open it for us.This one is built from silver.I can see the shapes of wolves carved out on the door.I guess silver prevents the prisoners from escaping. We pass the door,now I can see spacious cubicls with silver bars.Men and women in blood soaked clothes and battered faces are snarling and growling at us.I snuggle closer fo Alexander's side. What if one of them try to hurt us.

Third person pov: The Council’s high-security prison was a cold, underground fortress made of white stone and reinforced steel. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds except for the hum of the air vents. In the center of the most secure cell sat Silas. He wasn't wearing his expensive silk suits anymore. He was in a plain gray jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled to the floor. But even in chains, he didn't look like a prisoner. He sat with his back straight, a calm, bored expression on his face.

The vault was quiet. Then Daryl’s eyes snapped open. Not black. Not red. Silver. And the First’s voice was gone. Instead, another spoke through his mouth — older, colder, not cruel but final: “You thought you were fighting the prison. You’ve never seen the prisoner.” The torches blew out. Darkness consumed them.

The second cell, the third, and all the way up to the sixth cell he was not happy. Prince Aldridge felt frustrated but held his frustration and composed himself. They reached the seventh cell where a prisoner was sitting on the floor in the middle of the cell with his legs crossed. His arms were bound behind his back and had an iron collar around his neck with five chains chained to it which were attached to the wall.

“Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.” I reached out and touched my pale reflection in the mirror. Tears slid silently down my face. “Daniel, if I die, you’ll praise me for finally behaving, won’t you?”

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~

But he manages to gather his courage and ask further. Giving a pause, Uriel replies, "Not if I have the right pawns to play with!", he keeps rolling a golden ring on his hand. It has a blue sapphire that shines brightly whenever it is brought near the sunlight. Such an expensive ring, Uriel throws it outside the window of his room and watches it fall. Willow's mouth is left wide open by the sight. What the hell did he just do? It was the Count Lord's ring of suppression! Clapping his hands, Uriel looks back while smiling," With this, my job is done!"

Then walked toward a locked steel door hidden behind a bookshelf. The door required three separate security codes. Vincent entered all of them. The vault opened. Inside sat a single man. Grey-haired. Thin. Old. But very much alive. The prisoner slowly looked up. Vincent smiled. "Looks like they're getting close." The old man didn't answer. Vincent's smile widened. "Isn't that right, Gabriel?"