Inmate Dirty Love Letter Novels & Stories

“Everything okay there, honey? Ava taking good care of you all? Call me in the morning.” I stared at the message, heart pounding, body still leaking cum from three different people. The four of us exchanged glances in the dim light. This weekend had spiraled far beyond our dirty little secret and it was only getting more dangerous.

I reasared myself and slowly held the doorknob as I opened the room, the first thing my eyes caught was the brown envelope laying on the bed, with shaky legs I walked to the bed and picked the envelope, my hand was literally vibrating at this point, as I opened the brown envelope I saw a white paper and I took it out “To Rachel” Was written on it, and I opened the letter “Rachel my sweet Rachel, I want to say thank you for being the ladder that my baby mama and I use to escape poverty, I never thought o would one day, leave the den of poverty but it's all thanks to your stupidity and Obsession towards your career you left your golden husband and think you can have a future with someone like

I almost smile. Almost. Because all I can think about now is Quincy wheeling past those gates, sunlight hitting his skin, freedom finally touching him… …and me hoping like hell he keeps that letter safe. Especially the number at the bottom. 143. His inmate code. And if his smart ass is able to encode that properly. I think it would spell out what I've never gotten the chance to tell him. One, for “I.” Four, for “Love.” Three, for “You.”

Moore is from San Diego but I tear the envelope open to find a hand written letter from a man I think. Sitting on the floor with the boys after tossing the rest of the mail on the coffee table to take care of later as I unfold the letter to read it: 'Dear Liam, This is so hard for me to do because honestly, I've never written a letter to anyone in my life – ever; normally I just text people. So, here I go; do you believe in love at first sight because I know I do? I believed in it when I first laid eyes on you; I fell in love, even if you were dirty, hungry and scared shitless.

My voice grows louder, more desperate, climbing over the walls like if I scream hard enough, she’ll hear me. “You loved me once! You did! You said you did! Don’t pretend you didn’t! We can start over. We can—” My words choke, break apart. “Don’t leave me here to rot. Please. Please, Alina…” The guard watches me unravel and shakes his head like I’m nothing. And maybe I am. Days blur together. Or maybe it’s hours. I don’t know anymore. Then another letter comes. This one not black. Plain, stiff paper. Sealed tight.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, since you came here on free will.” I raise a brow, listening carefully to what he has to say. “The clean pig always runs back to its mud and a dog, his pile of vomit.” My brows crease. How does this relate to our conversation and what message is he trying to pass on? “You my dear friend Nina, is the pig.” “Time’s up. Inmate 79 back to your cell!” Echoes from the corner of the room. “And I will be your mud.”

Jasper was charged with attempted assault and possession of illegal substances, and was sentenced to nine years in prison. Yes, I had found the drug he had used on me and Jeffrey three years ago. When he went to the bathroom, I slipped the drug into my wine, saving the rest to slip into his coat. When he tried to drag me to the hotel, I managed to call the police. The plan was flawless, the evidence undeniable. Jasper wanted to see me. "He still wants to see you? I'd love nothing more than to crush him! Nine years—that's too lenient!"

“It's from the Alpha. Go through it.” They frowned at me before taking the letter. I watch their eyes widen in amazement. I would do the same. I bet they've never seen the soft side to their Alpha. “Can I go now?” I ask, batting my lashes. They parted the way and I hastily passed through, turning back to blow them a kiss. “Is the Alpha interested in the outcast now?” I heard them say. “The Alpha wrote a love letter.” “More like an apology. Look— he said please!”

he promised. “Antonio, get me out of here right now. I don't like it here Antonio. The room I have is too small. I can't breathe in here. And it's so dirty and the bathroom is cockroach infested, not to talk of the rats here. And then they wake me up by six am because of that damn body count. You know I hate waking up early" I complained. "You'll be moved to a bigger and better room while we work on your release. Just be patient, Gemma" he promised.

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.