Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook Novels & Stories

The work was done quietly and efficiently, and soon enough the Crescent prison practically had its own wing dedicated to the bastards. That was where I came in. “It’s all you, little star,” Peter said as he opened the door to the interrogation room. “Do your worst.” I flashed my brother in law a wry sneer as I brushed into the room, where one of the corrupt orphanage directors sat waiting in a yellow jumpsuit. His eyes widened upon seeing me. “You’re the Silver Star,” he breathed, leaning back a little in his chair. The chains around his wrists clinked together as he moved away. “What are you going to do to me?”

The metal began to glow, shifting from dull gray to orange. The prisoner's body started trembling. His chains rattled against the chair as he tried to lean back, trying to put more distance between himself and that heating rod. But there was nowhere to go. "Wait," the man gasped. "Wait, please." He swallowed his saliva, gasping for breath. Trent did not move. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on the prisoner. "Please!!" the man said again, his voice breaking. "I will speak. I will tell you everything. Just please do not do this."

They opened it without a word. Inside lay the chains. Gold so thin and bright it looked like spun sunlight, delicate yet strong, meant to drape over my shoulders and down my waist, meant to bind without binding. Meant to tell the court exactly what I was. A prisoner. A weapon. A jewel. All at once. I reached out and touched them. They were warm. Almost alive. And as I lifted them from the coffer, a shiver ran through me, shame, fear, and a craving so sharp it almost hurt.

He was equally surprised that I was calling, and had a lot of stories to share, all of which I bore zero interest in. “Um – Noah, Noah, Noah… Sir, you’d have to give me a few minutes to peruse my files. This prison is full of many convicts that I can barely remember all their names. I only keep tabs with the crazy lunatics…” he said. He had a breathy gravelly voice that pictured him as a short man with a pot belly and a tiny mustache.

the prisoner lustfully said before both me and Tavi took a chunk out of him. He squealed like a gutted pig flailing around on the floor. I took pleasure in watching him suffer. "Either you talk or you bleed out right here on the ground," I growled grabbing his armor. "Better yet, we allow you to heal just long enough to where we can rip you apart all over again. We could do this all night if you like," Tavi chimed in again. "I'll never talk!" The prisoner shouted attempting to spit blood in my face. "Oh, but you will," I said grabbing him by the neck. "What was that? Are you ready to talk?" Tavi asked. "You were sent here to kill us. Who's your master?" I asked. "I am my own MASTER! I wasn't

Fred asks. "I was just eager to live and love,” David answers honestly. We are standing in Alpha Charles's master bedroom. I can’t say that I’m surprised that the bookcase is in fact a doorway. When David slides the bookshelf across the wall, it reveals a heavy metal door. He uses his handprint to unlock the door. As the door opens, I’m shocked to see a large prison cell made of silver bars, across the walls, floor, and roof. The amount of silver in this hidden cell makes Nate uneasy and I can feel him struggling to stay forth. Inside the cell, is a limp and lifeless body. I’ve failed. Will Eve forgive me?

Hed always taken them for the phantoms of grief, just two more of the delusions that beset him when shed gone and he was alone again. For a moment. The prisoners voice sounded tired and far away. They werent all that interested in me. Good. Once they found out she was dead, they were in a great hurry to move on. His gray eyes were eerily penetrating. Something you and I can understand. Where did they go? Dont know. The prisoner cracked a smile too big for his thin face. I dont think they did, either. You should have seen how long it took them to open an Announcer. Looked like couple of bumbling fools.

Something below the surface shifted, orienting toward her, the seal responding to the blood of the woman who had locked it away and every daughter who had carried it since. She pushed. The ground opened. Quietly. Just a giving way, three feet of frozen earth moving aside like a drawer sliding open, revealing a cavity lined with something dark that absorbed the pale winter light without reflecting it. Inside, a small object. Iron-dark. The size of her fist. Carved with the same script she had read in the library, its surface glowing faintly gold in response to her proximity. She reached in and picked it up. The moment her fingers closed around it the clearing changed.

The prison was made with a strong metal called — Felanium, which was capable of making werelions weaker. Melinda's once vibrant spirit was now worn thin, and she found solace in a corner of the prison, her body curled protectively. Her weary eyes reflecting the torment of her prolonged captivity. The deafening silence around the prison was broken by a grating sound—the metallic scrape of a key being inserted into the lock of the prison door. Melinda's heart skips a beat as the heavy door swings open, revealing Kieran and some other Lakewood warriors. Kieran was disheveled and emaciated, yet his eyes were still gleaming with determination.

Alpha Rowan interrupted when the man named Orion opened the front seat to let me in. “But sir, you don’t want anyone sitting beside-“ “Did you not hear me?” “Of course, I heard you, my lord,” Orion smiled nervously. “Uncuff her,” Alpha Rowan gave Orion a key before getting inside the car first. Orion looked stunned. I was shocked too. I thought I’d be uncuffed when I’m already put in wherever prison they’d bring me. Prisoners, even suspects whose crimes are yet to be proven, have always been treated poorly by most people. Especially by those in power. Which is the reason why I can’t believe the Supreme Alpha is uncuffing me. And wait, he’d also allow me to be in the same space with him, in h