Inmate Character Letter Novels & Stories

Liora’s Pov The letter came in the mail. A plain white envelope with no return address. I knew the handwriting immediately. My heart pounded in my chest as I tore it open. He was writing to me from prison. He said he was sorry. He said he missed me. He said he was thinking about me. He said a lot of things. I didn't believe any of it. But I couldn't throw it away. I folded it up and stuffed it into the pocket of my jeans. I knew I should tell Elias. I knew I should show him the letter. But I was scared. I didn't want him to get angry. I didn't want him to see how much that man still affected me. So I kept it a secret.

Inside this room, it was just me, my breathing, and the quiet creaking of a small fan in the corner. I sat up, turned on the dim desk lamp, and reached into my jacket pocket. My fingers found a worn piece of paper, its edges slightly browned with age. A letter from Bernard Vaughn. I had read it countless times in prison, yet my fingers still moved to unfold it once more.

I always had the urge to show everyone that I made my own rules, regardless of my dad and brother, Alex. “How does something like that works?” Rona wondered. It was something I also didn’t know until Victoria showed me how. “You create a profile, take a look at the message board and look for someone to write,” I explained. “I chose to send an email, but you can also send a letter.” “Crazy,” Rona sighed. “Yes, apparently, they print out the email and give it to the prisoners.” “Sounds serious.” “It does.” “I chose one of the worst guys. He had a list full of crimes and was all under the tattoos—my dad would’ve dropped dead if he saw him.” I laughed. “He’s in there for murder, drug trafficking

The next morning the prison called with the news Alex had both dreaded and secretly hoped for. The voice on the line informed him that he had been approved as a family member for inmate 47892, granting him conjugal trailer access beginning the following day. Alex listened quietly, thanked the person, and ended the call with his heart beating faster than usual.

Bernard POV I sat in my cell at Sacramento Federal Prison wearing an orange jumpsuit and staring at a blank piece of paper, trying to find the right words for my fifteenth letter of apology to Vanya. The previous fourteen letters had been returned unopened, but I kept writing them anyway, hoping that someday she might be ready to hear what I needed to say. "Fredrick, you have a visitor," the guard announced, unlocking my cell door. I followed him to the visitor room where my court-appointed lawyer, Jennifer Walsh, was waiting with a folder full of legal documents.

Next book coming soon... Missing youth Chapter ????: Inmate 0214 The low hum of chatter within the other cells echoed and boomed but I remained laying on m- bed facing the wall. footsteps approached my cell and stopped. Knocks on the cell bars made it apparently clear that they were trying to get my attention. “Rise and shine prisoner, today's your lucky day.” I rolled over clearly confused… “What?” “You are Don Trever cell C317 inmate 0214, correct?”

I ignored them all until one name flashed at the top of my inbox. From: Prison Watch Program Subject: Re: Inquiry on Inmate Kenai Lucas – Confirmation Attached. My stomach lurched. I opened the email with trembling fingers. The message was short. “As per your request, attached is the most recent visual verification of Inmate #57839. Confirmed in custody. Timestamp: Today, 08:12 AM.” I clicked on the attachment. And there he was. Kenai. Standing in line, a tray in his hand, waiting for breakfast.

The letter arrives on a Tuesday morning with the regular mail. Elara is feeding Ethan breakfast when Diana brings in the stack of envelopes and packages. She sorts through them absently while wiping yogurt off Ethan's face. Then she sees it. A plain white envelope with a return address from a correctional facility. Lucas Hart. Inmate number printed beneath his name. Elara's hand freezes. "What is it?" Diana asks, seeing her expression. "A letter. From Lucas." Diana's face hardens. "Throw it away. You do not need whatever poison he is sending."

"Ethan Sterling." "Mr. Sterling, this is Officer Davis from County Detention." The voice was official. Professional. "I am calling about Liam Kingston. He is currently in our custody as you know." "What about him?" Ethan asked. "He has been writing," Officer Davis explained. "Quite a lot actually. Letters. Notes. We screen all inmate correspondence as policy. Most of his writing is personal. Journals. Reflections. But one letter stands out." "How so?" Ethan pressed. "It is addressed to someone he calls family," Officer Davis said. "But not by name. Just 'To Family.' And the content is concerning. References to debts owed. To promises made. To finishing what was started."

Pfft, this isn't a household, it's a goddamn prison and I've been given a life sentence. But even in this prison, I still have a chance to get away. Let's just say that one night I had gotten bored in my self-pity and decided to write up a letter addressed to Phillip and Macy. It said that I had finally escaped and found a way to trick Andrei, that he never saw it coming and I'll help get them out soon too.