Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 "Thanks Artie." I smile at Aurther the head chef of the prison, a gentle giant of a man who got stuck here after killing a man in self defense. Everyone loves him. He is friendly, polite and always helping those that don’t cause him any trouble. The best part is if you are kind to him and help him in the kitchen, then you’ll earn extra desert in this hell hole. “Not a problem Alli Cat. Also, take this.” Holding out a cupcake to me, I quickly reach over and receive the treat and place it onto my tray, my necklace slipping out from under the collar of my shirt and catching the light.

If there was ever such a thing as a trial in all of the kingdom of Dun’s Crossing, perhaps I wouldn’t feel so inclined to help, but in my mind, it should be innocent until proven guilty, not the other way around. I move to one of the cells that has a window and pause to watch the man inside. Tall, with dark hair the same shade as my own, this prisoner has always been my favorite. When he makes a low humming sound in the back of his throat, several large black birds move to perch between the bars of the small opening high in the ceiling. I can never tell if they are ravens or crows, but their shimmering blue-black feathers are beautiful to me. “Water?” I ask, like I always do.

Jeffrey's exact words were "get my hands on it"—not borrow, not buy, but get. From that moment on, he had already made up his mind. Officer Grayson put the documents away. "This case is more complicated than we thought. Our colleagues in Economic Crimes are already pulling his bank records. "Also, we found several encrypted folders on his phone. They were filled with your personal information—your address, license plate number, daily routines, and bank account details. He even saved the name of the hospital and the ward number where your mother was hospitalized."

The sound echoed, sharp and clear. The cages were close now. I could see the faces of the prisoners—men, women, some ancient, some young. Their eyes were dull, their skin pale and thin. They stared at me with a mixture of fear and desperate hope. One of them, an old woman with silver hair and sunken eyes, pressed her face against the bars. "You are Primordial," she rasped. "I can feel it. The blood in your veins. The crown on your brow." I knelt in front of her cage, my chest constricting. "I am. I'm here to free you."

That made no sense to me at all, especially when I was still in the basement of the man who had brutally killed my family. Five days left, five more days left before my freedom would supposedly be granted, and until now nothing had happened. I thought I would be trapped in the basement forever. I had been counting every single day, and according to Giovanni, it was going to happen today. And now I'm beginning to doubt him because I don't think this will go as planned. Suddenly, the door opened without delay. I slowly stood up. Primo came inside. “Follow me.” No questions were asked; I just did as I was told.

Like the thistles my husband planted on the Northern Border. Four hundred ninety-eighth year. Spring. By the time the encrypted audio of the council trial reached him, it was already dawn of the following day. He set down the bone shard. He spread parchment across his lap and dipped his quill in ink. Habit. He listened while recording, using the nib to carve key information into the paper. To guard against his own forgetting. The audio began. The sound of an iron cage door opening and closing. The scrape of chains dragged across stone. The dull thud of the Grand Elder's scepter.

But Granger thought of a dramatic opening to his stage. “Jade Aloha is in the dungeon cell 5, boss.” The right-hand man remarked. The dungeon was not far from this underground hall. Just a few turns and then the dark cells greeted their eyes. The right-hand man turned on the orange lights hanging above in each cell. In the next second, they heard loud noises from the cells as the prisoners harshly shook them to get their attention. “Get me out of here, you fucking bastard!” “Is that Mr. Granger? Mr. Granger, please! I will do whatever you want!”

I was prisoner number 218 somehow my name got lost when the third jailor after Philip had arrived, he was new, he didn't know anything about me, he only addressed me as prisoner 218 not like the others who knew who I was, This time I was nothing. I wonder how Claude was doing... Does he remember me or maybe he doesn’t I was after just a tool for them for all. I had no value. If I did. I wouldn't be here right now rotting in this place, spending 40 years down here sleeping next to it madmen and rotting remains and my very own excrement’s. Goddess, I didn’t even have a name anymore, it was as if I had never existed like I was just a legend, a hoax an illusion.

Silver: I heard the voices of so many people at once, even though they were trying to whisper. I knew some other people had walked in through the door, but I couldn't see them, so I couldn't deduce their number or whose side they were on. "They might not check here. They know this is a prison and they have no us for prisoners, at least not yet," I heard one say. "Shut the door!" the woman with a child cried out. "You'll make them find us!"

The wolf sounded happy even though he could smell his burning flesh from the silver chains. He closed the door and tried to get a read on the prisoner before he made his presence known. There was no fear, no anxiety, no pain. All he could sense was excitement. The prisoner wanted to be there for whatever reason he had been sent for. This meant the only option was to kill him before he could achieve his goals, but then dead men didn’t speak. He needed to get some information out of him first. The humming stopped abruptly, and the prisoner laughed. “Is that my king?” he asked. “The king is dead! Long live the king!”