Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook Novels & Stories

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

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

I felt like I was in the dark, and not just the dark, but the darkest part of there. The guard’s smirk widened. “Let’s just say I have my reasons. Now, play the message. I don’t believe you’re done.” He flashed a small smile that sent shivers down my spine. Reluctantly, I listened and pressed the playback button on the recording device, allowing the robotic voice to fill the space between the prison cell bars once again.

It fluttered down, turning gray as it fell. It hit the perfect, black pavement. It didn't rot. It just lay there. Preserved. Dead. "I miss the mud," I whispered. THE DEEP DAMIAN’S P.O.V. (The Cradle) The cell was empty. The door was open. But I wasn't leaving. I sat on the Stone Throne, my obsidian leg fused to the rock. The Ancient Hammer rested against my shoulder. I was no longer the Jailer. The prisoner was out on parole.

Every experience I've had with being a man came from her. "We've been used to it for years. We didn't think there was anything strange about it." As he spoke, he deliberately paused, took off his watch, and pressed it into my hand with a considerate expression. "This watch was a birthday gift from Vanessa. I'll give it to you as an apology. Don't be angry with her." "Why would you give that to him?" Vanessa snatched the watch back and looked at me with unconcealed disgust. "You didn't do anything wrong. I spent $30 million at auction to get this for you. Why should he have it? Does he deserve it?"

Eleanor felt, in the space before she spoke, the complicated geography of the moment: the genuine happiness for him, the something else that complicated the happiness, and underneath both of those, a question she hadn’t known she’d been sitting on. “That’s extraordinary,” she said. “Yes,” he said, in the tone of someone for whom extraordinary and difficult are the same word. “Why do you look like something terrible has happened?” He looked at her then — directly, the full weight of the grey eyes. “Because the gallery is run by a woman named Petra Voss,” he said. “And I used to know her. And she’s the one who saw the work. And I need you to know that before you hear it from somewhere else, be

Phoebe smiled as recognized his voice. She walked there and stood in front of his cell, he was chained with silver chains that burned through his skin to his bones. The only light was from the little window at the top. Phoebe faced one of the guards. “Why is there a window there?” she pointed at it. “It aids the breathing of the prisoner and supplies some light”. Phoebe cackled. “He doesn't deserve any light; he deserves the worst torture and darkness is where he belongs, you are making this a luxury for him”

Holding the pendant in my hand while the necklace was still on my person, I gently touched it to the chain. At first nothing happened and I just shrugged. But then as I was about to pull it off, something caught my eye. There was a tiny, negligible spark that occurred when I placed the pendant on the cold, rusty chain. Feeling surprised, I pushed it closer and this time the spark was a bit bigger. I looked up at the prisoner and I saw hope in his eyes. And when I pulled the pendant away, the sparks sputtered and died. “Heatttt” The man spoke at last. He had spoken just this one word last time, repeatedly.

The rule spared them from being fondled. When the bell of a nearby church rang to announce noon, the cop ordered the bidders to take their seats. The prisoners were ordered to kneel. A man in a suit showed up, took his position at a table that had been set up on the bandstand, and cheerfully shouted: "Good afternoon everyone!" After the audience responded, the auctioneer ordered the first prisoner, one of the middle-aged men, to join him on the platform and kneel facing the audience. "First servant. 36-year-old male. 15-year sentence. He has some manual-labor experience in construction and agriculture. Health is fair. Looks like he has a past history of drinking, but no drugs. How about a bi

"Jade, Dad couldn't protect you in the past. But now that Dad is back, it's impossible for those disreputable things to bully you anymore." He suddenly stood up and said, "Victoria and her daughter, I will take care of you. As for Nathan, I will take everything away from him, and then you can take revenge however you want." Thea, “..." "Oh." Prison. The prisoners received education in the library. For these highly intelligent criminals, most of the books they read were literature books that cleanse the soul or economics books related to their interests. Only No. 13, he sat gracefully in a wheelchair, with a psychology book resting on his lap.