Inmate Dirty Love Letter Novels & Stories

Amias grabbed the blanket and tucked Mr Hua into the bed making sure that he couldn't roll off of the bed. Amias moved back to look at him. He felt immense pity for the man.To only have memories as company is truly sad. Smiling faces in the photo frames litter the room but joy hasn't lived here for many years it seems. Anyone who was close to him kept slipping away. This made him wonder if the same fate would befall him. Would he suffer the winter of success. Is money and achievement worth being ripped away from meaningful relationships, and pece of mind. The rest of the house felt sterile whilst this room felt like a memorial or a shrine to the life he missed so dearly. He looked at the dir

Liam stepped forward. "Give it to us." Victoria laughed. "You wouldn't survive the truth." Emma looked straight into Victoria's eyes. "My mother wrote that letter." "It belongs to me." For a brief moment, Victoria hesitated. Then she threw the envelope across the room. Liam caught it before it hit the ground. Emma rushed to him. "Is it okay?" Liam carefully examined it. "The edge is burned..." "...but the letter inside is safe." Emma let out a shaky breath. Agent Ross quickly handcuffed Victoria.

It was a tide, in and out, and some nights the water came up higher than others. One evening the letter arrived, thin envelope with no return address, postmarked from a maximum-security prison somewhere in the outback. Cedric read it at the kitchen table while the others moved around him, quiet and busy, Lily doing dishes, Mia humming while she cleaned brushes, the dog snoring under the table like none of it mattered, which, in the end, was the point. The words were short, no games, no blame. [You won. I lost. But I don't regret anything. I loved you. I still do. That's the only truth I know.]

Say yes, Zarina. Love, Daddy I’m a snotty, teary, sopping wet mess by the time I’m done reading. I’m cursing myself for not finding this sooner, but at least it’s not too late. He wants me. He wants to keep me forever. He loves me, even the bitter, broken parts of me. Even the dark, dirty parts that no one else understands. I hold the letter to my heart, sending a silent prayer of thanks. I hope he somehow hears it and knows I’m coming.

Blood, bruises, broken bones—pain was written all over them. One of the men, barely conscious, pleaded— “Please… kill us… or let us go… just end this pain…” Daniel walked toward him slowly. Then, without a word, he pressed his shoe against the man’s face and crushed it down. “You should’ve thought about that,” Daniel said coldly, “when you drugged my love.” The man trembled and pointed at another— “I didn’t do it! He told me to! It was him!” Daniel turned. That man.

hold on. LimberJack: I'm going to spank that ass of yours red for making me wait. My hand is itching to punish my naughty girl. ✋ I locked the door and turned the light off so people would think I wasn't in my office. I was wet reading his last message. My core warmed and zinged with anticipation. LonelyGirl: yes I have been naughty but now I'm here. you have my full attention. no more hesitating. take my cybersex virginity. 👩‍💻

I try to process everything but each time I do, it gives me headache. I've done nothing but love him. I see our future together, I plan our future. I gave him my virginity few years ago, I allow him have sex with me when I wasn't ready. I learned to love him as years went by. I gave up almost everything for him. This was how he is going to repay me? The tears is already pouring down now. I can't hold it in. I'm broken.

“Dear Lovely, I know this isn’t the right time to confessed to you. But...I’m sorry for lying to you about everything. I just got out of prison and I am on my way to fetch you there. See you soon. Regards, A.”

And a photograph — old, worn, folded down the middle. I unfolded the letter and began to read. Letter from Inmate #45291-B Dear River, You don’t know me. But I knew your mother. *We weren’t friends exactly. Just two women who ended up in the same shelter for three nights. It was the last place she stayed before she… disappeared.* She didn’t talk much. But the last night? She sat next to me on the floor and told me a name. I don’t know what it meant. But she made me promise.

She had left mom and me a goodbye letter with a vague explanation of what happened. All the letter said was, “I’m sorry I can’t do this anymore. I’m in prison and I can’t escape. Don’t be sad for me mom. Maya everything will make sense soon and I hope you will forgive me and understand the prison I was in. Maya, I’m sorry, but I want you to outlive the prison don’t do it for me or anyone do it for yourself you are way stronger and smarter. I admit this because I know you. I love you” The letter, had her red lipstick on and teardrops which meant had been crying. I don’t understand what the letter means but I read it a dozen times and would still picture Macy in her red lipstick and smoky eyes