Hell Behind Bars Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Alpha says. I run up the stairs naked. I leave my clothes and purse behind. I just want far away from Alpha. I can hear them screaming and growling at each other. I curl up in my bed naked and cry. It finally gets quiet downstairs. I hear daddy's footsteps coming up to my room. He pushes the door open. “I tried to warn you. There are rules,” Tobias says. “I am sorry,” I say. “You can not do things like that in public; you can't use bad language in public. You have to be good,” Tobias says.

In the end, Ruth's ugly sneer appeared in the video as she tossed her cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath her heel. "Once that bitch is gone, the Bale family's massive empire will only belong to me and my son!" All of the blood in Camden's body froze at once. His face had gone deathly pale as he stared at the screen without moving a muscle. When the laptop died and the screen turned off eventually, he caught sight of his horrified, stupefied expression in the screen reflection. He regretted bringing a snake into his home. He felt even more remorseful for being so blind as to push away the people who loved him the most.

“For washing. For cooling her mouth. For your hands when you touch her. For the child when she cries.” Something in his face tightened—shame, perhaps, or the beginning of it. He nodded and moved toward the hearth, shoulders hunched as he fed wood into the fire until it crackled and snapped. Elizabeth rose to leave, but the girl caught her sleeve. Her fingers were small and sticky with sweat. They clung like a plea. “Will she live?” the girl whispered. Elizabeth looked down at her, at the desperate clutch of small fingers on rough cloth. The honesty in the child’s eyes made lying feel like cruelty. Elizabeth had told lies before—small ones, merciful ones—but this child deserved a truth she co

"I have told you that I do not feel comfortable with using my son as bait to get anything." "And I have told you that I have no interest in taking care of a child that is not mine, so if you want to still be a father to him, you better find a way to get richer even if it means giving him up." Evangelien sounded too mean; Gavin wished that he would wake up, and the last three years had all been a bad dream. If it happened like that, he would hold on tightly to Lila and not let her go; there was no way he would let her go to jail.

The bartender wrote down his bank account on the piece of paper, then he handed the paper to her. Bella took her phone and sent the bartender’s bank account to her mother. Then she dialed her mother’s number. When it was connected, she said, “Mommy, I need your help. Please transfer two hundred thousand rand to this number. Dad had blocked my bank account and the bartender called the police.” Her mother was trembling with anger and asked, “Bella, what are you doing in the tavern? Didn’t you promise me that you would never touch alcohol? Do you want your father to disown you?”

I held the arm of the chair to get up, my legs were trembling, I was out of focus, the bar was suddenly silent only the words Gavin had said kept playing in my head, my father had sent the truck driver to kill us. He was evil, but was he this evil? Was he this kind of monster? I turned around and left the bar, I got into my car and I was not in the right state to drive but right now I have to see the devil I thought I have as a father, right now all I needed to do was to confirm if this was the truth.

The enemies of my husband—the Don of the Uccello famiglia, Emanuele Uccello—have kidnapped my mother-in-law, Clarissa Fontana, and locked her in a shipping container rigged with a time bomb. Emanuele has already arranged for his men to prepare the ransom. Clarissa can be saved fairly easily, but his childhood sweetheart, Melina Costa, who came along with him, wants to use this crisis as a chance to get some hands-on experience and insists on defusing the bomb herself. Ignoring his men's warnings, Emanuele allows her to step forward and take control. After she randomly presses a series of buttons on the keypad, the countdown immediately drops to zero. The very next second, a deafening e

I heard the dull sound of my forehead against the glass. My father grabbed my hair, and he pressed my forehead against the smooth, cold glass, and a stern, low voice said in my ear, "Open your eyes and look at the garbage and sewage under this shiny city. If you were born into a poor family, you would have a gambling father and a p.rostitute mother. They'll sell you to a nightclub for a living after your first period and then take the money and leave you to die. You will spend the rest of your life in a dark nightclub, where the manager will f.uck you in the name of discipline before you receive your first guest. Then they will inject drugs into your body, and you will have to rely on them c

He would have already known he wasn't dead. "Well the system shouldn't convict a man because I shoot better than the pussy-whipped young shit trying to cut into the Hell's Angels." "What are you saying?" Elliot startles my father and his eyes whip back to us. "It was right before your mother found out she was pregnant. Me and the guys were having a gathering at our favorite bar next to the border. It was a no-man's-land, not ours or the Hell's Angels, a bar we frequented before and never had a problem. But that night a bunch of new upshoots trying to earn their way into the club with less sense than fucking toddlers shot up the joint. They were looking for more territory and wanted to earn a

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"