Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook Novels & Stories

They might not get another chance like this anytime soon. So Jules huddled in the cupboard near the basement, waiting for Liam to do his part. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough, there were Liam’s panicked shouts and then the sounds of people in heavy boots running past the cupboard. Then everything went quiet. His heart pounding, Jules got out of the cupboard and quickly headed to the basement. He had no idea how much time he had: probably ten minutes, if he was lucky. It should be enough. It had to be. Hopefully the guards wouldn’t think to check on their prisoner—they rarely seemed to—so Jules hoped they wouldn’t find out that the Xeus was missing until the morning. And hopefully no

"Why would I be satisfied when the bastard Duke is still alive?" He strikes his hand on the wall beside Amerie's head, causing her to flinch and turn away. "And guess who freed that man from my cell?" She was deafeningly quiet, cold sweat dripping down her back as she noticed something near her neck, mirroring her face in the darkness. She swallowed the hard lump forming on her throat as her heartbeat became erratic. "Want to guess who it is, my songbird?" Amerie kept her mouth closed. This ticks off Keres as he grabbed Amerie's jaw and forcefully made her look at him.

The only hope that remained in my heart now was to get released from this prison soon, so that I could take Lexi and her sons away from here. I hoped that soon enough, this Red Shadow Pack could be nothing but a bad dream that I woke up from. Something that I could put behind me forever. “How much do you want?” I heard a voice whisper suddenly. “Ten gold pieces,” the guard in front of my cell replied and I stood up, wondering what was going on. “I have three,” I heard a female voice reply. “Make it five,” the guard insisted. “Three,” the woman said, unbudging and the guard sighed.

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.

As everything slowly starts to quiet down, a thought intrudes the crime boss’ head. He didn’t have time to think about this as they ran away from New Bilibid. All that occupied his mind was to leave alive. Now that they seemingly are now in the clear, his mind wanders back to moments earlier when he was still in one of the basements in the prison. Back to when the veins from Goldie’s neck bulged out from his skin as his shock collar electrocuted him. He recalls how he could see the yellow light from beneath his skin and muscles, revealing his veins, and even the cervical bone of his spine. He remembers the spray of bullets that weren’t able to reach him. He remembers the police car that flew

, he saw some cages, but they were not only humans, but animals that they used as food, Set I take the hammer with both hands and turn it, to the point that it carried a good speed, it Released to the chance, when the hammer fell, to the ground, for luck of Set killed 1 orc, when everyone went to see who the hammer was, the Take to rescue the prisoners, some people saw him Down of the hill, some Started to see everywhere if any orc approached, a slave "Who commands you?" Set "the mayor Jonah," the prisoners began to sprout tears, one of the prisoners said "How is it possible that they came to collect a thousand gold coins, so that the guild sent its men more strong," Set he smiled "that'

a guard outside stammers in panic. I stand up, placing my hand on the bars of the cell. "I designed this prison," I say with a small, cold smile. "Of course I know how to break it." Golden fire erupts from my palm, consuming the cell. The silver bars melt. The runes are obliterated. BOOM! The cell explodes, the shockwave shaking the entire lower level. I walk out of the flames, radiating an aura of terrifying power. The Beta guards are on the floor, paralyzed with fear.

“You are lying. Give us the names. Now.” “I’m not lying,” the prisoner cried out, his words cracking. “I swear on my life. Some lord, no name given. He said the crown was weak, that we should take out the psycho king.” I circled behind him slowly, a wide smile blooming across my face as pure delight surged through my veins. “That’s me, darling,” I whispered, letting the words drip with honeyed venom. “I’m so very flattered.” He twisted wildly in his bonds, straining to see me. “Please… I have kids…”

Under his terrified gaze, I shifted into a silver-white she-wolf and leaped at him, tearing into him with my fangs. "I heard silver can purify tainted blood." I gripped his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth. "Since you love it so much, why don't you try it?" I shoved the broken handcuffs into his mouth. Though my palm burned slightly, it was nothing compared to the wounds I had suffered before. I watched silently as Priest shrieked in agony. He thrashed on the ground until his skin was scorched black from the silver. The other prisoners peeked out from their cells, shocked at the sight. In their numb eyes, a spark of rebellion began to ignite.

It was a lie. By the time our tires screeched against the wet gravel of the citadel's upper gate, an enforcer was already pacing beneath the iron archway. Heavy drops of water rolled off the stiff brim of his uniform cap as he lunged forward, smashing his fist against his chest. “My King,” he gasped, his voice cracking. I swung my leg out of the SUV, my heavy boots hitting the mud with a violent splash. “Speak.” “The high-security prisoner has requested an audience with you,” the guard reported, his eyes darting to Rowan.