Novel & Cerita Gold Plated Prisoner Series Audiobook

I set the timer on the coffee machine and waited patiently for the one liquid that might be able to set everything back to normal. “There’s a prisoner in the Hillburgh cell. He needs you to break this particular prisoner and get her to confess.” “Her?” I mused. “That’s new. What’s her crime?” “High treason.” He said usually like it was nothing. I blew a long whistle. “That’s a damn shame. Who’s the broad?” I poured out the coffee and blew on the fumes before sipping the foam and feeling the first thrill run through my spine. Coffee was heaven.

Harper noted. "No," Sebastian looked at the Gold & Steel Ring. "But we can walk in if we have a prisoner." "A high-value prisoner." "Who?" Sebastian looked at her. "Me." (End of Chapter 90)

I heard the metal door squeak and latch closed. I had a long time to think about what that servant told me. I was sitting against the stone wall of my prison cell. Going through all the information that I was just told. She seems to believe all of this. I don’t think Harper knows any of this. So, whoever Harper’s fated mate is should also obtain great power. I let my head fall back against the stone wall harder than I meant to, causing a thump sound. I took a deep breath and sighed. How in the hell am I going to get Harper out of this? My mind traveled back to last night. I remember her laugh and her bright smile when I caught her. She was trying to run from me. I smiled to myself, but the s

this time when the man spoke, his voice was completely devoid of humour. For how long had he been a prisoner? “If you help me get free from these chains, I will get you the Life Gem you seek and grant you freedom from Gaya’s clutches.” Grant? Who was he? But that wasn't of significant relevance to their freedom. So Alaris asked the better question. “How?” The Old man looked at the roof of the cave, and Alaris followed his gaze to see sleeping bats hanging upside down. “A prisoner only has so much liberty of words.”

DAMON Slowly, I walked further into the prison and I didn’t stop until I was a step ahead of Selena which meant that I was standing very close to the man called Stephen who was looking less agitated about the gold he almost lost. Though I didn’t wish to be extremely stern, with force, I caged the man’s chin in my hold. His physique beside mine was nothing. So when he tried to budge out of my grip, he was highly unsuccessful.

When the guards shove me through the door – naked, cum dripping down my legs – those eyes lock onto me like wolves spotting a wounded deer. “She’s not cooperating,” the leader announces from behind me. “Won’t tell us what she was doing in VIP. Thought maybe you guys could... persuade her.” The biggest prisoner stands slowly. He’s covered in scars – face, arms, hands. Prison tattoos peek out from his collar. He looks at me like I’m a meal he’s been waiting for. “How long we got?” “Until she’s ready to talk.” The leader’s voice is cold. “Use her however you want. All her holes. We’ll be back when she’s learned her lesson.”

Each link, thick as my own wrist, was etched with intricate, glowing runes that pulsed with that same golden light, casting dancing, elongated shadows. What crime could he have committed to warrant such restraints? Is this truly a wise decision? The thoughts raced through my head, a frantic counterpoint to the heavy silence, broken only by the faint, almost melodic hum of the glowing chains. I had to duck to avoid hitting my head on one of the low-hanging chains that crisscrossed the space above him. Against every shred of my better judgment, an invisible current pulled me forward. As I drew closer, a detail pricked my awareness – the elegant, sharp points of ears peeking out from beneath th

JACE BALDWIN'S POV The sound of metals clanking against each other mixed with the groans and painful breathing of my prisoners echoed through the dark, quiet and lonely dungeon walls as I stood in front of the silver coated metal door, waiting for the guard to finally get it together and open the damn door. "He hasn't uttered a word since he was thrown in here." The tall guard mutters with a chuckle as he pushes open the door, he's heavy black leather gloves in place to protect him from getting burned by the silver on the iron.

Faces - Raven, Callen, Lyra, Ezra - twisted, warped, turned into spinning, multicolored shadows that danced and shattered like a kaleidoscope. He let out a guttural cry, sweat pouring from his forehead as his eyes rolled. After more than ten minutes, his body finally began to still. His gaze turned blank, vacant, no longer showing defiance or willpower. As if his soul had fallen into a void. Only then did Lyra step forward. Her gray-blue eyes locked onto the glassy stare of the prisoner. She spoke, “Who are you?” The prisoner twitched slightly. His lips moved as if talking in a dream. A moment later, he muttered hoarsely, distorted, yet clear enough for all to hear,

After all, it was something that could make the order of the Green Forest pack go crazy. But before Arista could act, the old man with the silver beard grabbed Levi’s gemstone. He looked at the gemstone, then at Levi, his face alternating between red and pale, finally stuttering out, “Alpha Levi? Alpha Levi?” Alpha Levi glanced at the wall. “Take it down.”