In Custody Novels & Stories

"It already has. But credibility is just reputation. And reputation is just what other people think. I don't control that. I never did." I turn to face her. "But I do control whether Richard Sterling spends the rest of his life in prison. And now he will." 4:30 AM. I call the federal facility. The guard patches me through to Cell 7. Gabriel answers on the second ring. His voice is rough, scratchy. He wasn't sleeping. "Isla." "He's caught. Richard Sterling. In custody. The GPS trap worked." Silence stretches on the line. Then: "Thank God."

“He had Stefan taken into custody.” For a moment I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant. “Taken into custody?” I repeated. Lucas nodded slowly. “He’s currently in police custody.” My mind went completely still.

"Where's their assembly point?" "That's what Corvin couldn't confirm," Jesse said. "The communication was incomplete. What he could confirm was the timeline, and one more detail." She paused — and I noticed the pause, because Jesse didn't usually pause; Jesse talked the way she thought, fast and continuous. "Brannick's been communicating with someone in custody." Thor went very still. "Who's in custody." "Multiple people," Jesse said. "From the original capture during the palace breach." She met his eyes. "But the communication chain Corvin traced leads to one specific detention site. The western holding cells." Another pause. "

The door slammed shut behind me. The sound went through me. I scrambled toward the small barred opening before I could stop myself, any attempt at dignity already gone. “Where is Caelan?” The officer outside ignored me. “Did anyone tell him?” Nothing. My fingers curled around the bars. “Answer me!” A hand struck the side of the carriage so hard that I flinched backward. “Shut up.” I stared through the bars at him. “From this moment on, you are under Council custody. Behave like a prisoner until you are called to speak.”

Tarzan zoomed in on the image, his dark eyes narrowing on her face as if he couldn't believe it was really her. The manager’s voice crackled again through the earpiece. “Sir… hello? Hello? She is now in our security custody. What should we do with her?”

The comment section was flooded with messages about how each issue should be treated separately, and I need to take responsibility for the rest. Looking at the crowd who got worked up, I smiled calmly. “Everyone, please hold on a second. Hear me out. “I really wasn’t the culprit who did all those terrible things the other day. I’ve been locked up in the detention center this whole time. For the past three days, I even had to use the washroom under surveillance cameras. There was absolutely no chance for me to escape.” Upon hearing my words, Sergeant William realized that Gilbert’s claims did not hold water. Even if I managed to sneak out of the police station to commit crimes, there were man

Vincent The officers locked me inside a holding cell for obstruction of justice, and the heavy clang of the metal door echoed through the narrow corridor long after they had walked away. I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the bars before letting out a slow breath and lowering myself onto the hard bench. Cassia's lawyers had arrived almost immediately after my arrest, but despite their arguments and demands, the officers refused to release me. According to them, I would have to remain in custody until the following day while they completed their investigation. It was frustrating, but losing my temper now wouldn't help anyone.

She let out a soft groan. And soon her eyelids fluttered open. “She’s coming back,” the medic confirmed. “Vitals climbing. Heart rate Stabilizing.” “Where am I?” she croaked. “You’re in safe hands,” the nurse answered softly. “Now don’t move.” “Let me go,” Eloise baeked, yanking at her arm. But she couldn't get up because her hands were cuffed for security reasons. Within moments of Eloise being awake, an officer who was supposed to supervise relayed the news. The Commissioner gave a short nod, then said, “She goes straight to medical custody. Guarded. Every second. And remember, the cuffs shouldn't come off.”

❄️ “Then tell the Council to come themselves.” Another pause—longer this time. Brian’s jaw tightened. ❄️ “You’re asking me to hand him over.” Alex’s heart skipped painfully. He stood. “Brian?” Brian ended the call and turned slowly. The look on his face told Alex everything before he spoke. “They’ve made it official,” Brian said. ❄️ “They want you in protective custody.” Alex laughed once, sharp and disbelieving. “You mean a cage.” “They’re calling it mediation,” Brian replied. ❄️ “Neutral territory. No outside interference.”

He called the Bureau of Narcotics and Law Enforcement Affairs in Marshall’s name and told them that one of our people is in their custody. As the car stops in front of the station, I step out only to see that Quinn kid holding Zara closely while Zara’s stepmother and step-sister glare at her hatefully. I did not register what or who was talking. My eyes only held one person important right now. And she is in someone else’s hand. I glare at the hand that was holding her. But I’ll give him some credit, Noah Quinn, he did not budge. Was intimidated but did not leave Zara.