Innocent Prisoners Novels & Stories

“Even when we’re having a rush day, patients get more than that time to—“ The uniformed guard was already walking away, slamming the metal door hard behind him. Gerald flinched away, his face sharply draining of color. …like a response. It felt like a habit. The sound of the door, triggered a fear in Gerald. “…oh well,” Gerald muttered, staring down at the cuffs. “The prison system in this country clearly sucks.” He turned over to Lucien. “They haven’t found me guilty yet, but nobody cares about the ‘innocent till found otherwise’ part of the law.” Lucien wasn’t surprised at his monologue. It irked him, with a nagging itch at the base of his throat, and his fisted knuckles, that wanted nothi

Cops exchanged uneasy glances with each other before the seniormost mustered the courage to speak, "Mr. Serrano, if she is innocent then a search would only confirm it." Nate prowled towards the cop, his gaze on him, hard and unyielding- a silent promise of consequences if overlooked. "I do not doubt her innocence," he made it clear and continued, " And no one will touch her. If you have suspicions then search this damned place. Wreck it, bring it down, I don't give a fuck, but no one..." his voice thickened with something dangerous as he seethed, "no fucking one is laying a finger on her."

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.

Didn't stay long enough to see the blood or hear the cries. I just ran. Back at the house, I Locked myself in my room. sweating. shaking. I didn't sleep for days. My father didn't ask any questions. He just clapped me on the back and said. "Good job." But something didn't feel right. Week later, I overheard one of the guards talking. "They shot the wrong guy. Kid wasn't even involved. Just a high schooler wearing a similar jacket." I threw up in the alley that day. I couldn't breathe.

I hold her in my arms as we both lay on the bed, attempting to calm her down. “Where are they planning to take you, Rose?” Nothing. “Rose I’m here, but if you don’t tell me, “Prison.” What? Why did they do that? I firmly grasped her while tracing my fingers inside of hers. The firm hand gripped my shirt. She grips me firmly, as I’m shaking a lot. “Why?” My entire night was spent relaxing and pondering while caring for her skin. She reopened it today. A little prison

Trust Amad to torture a prisoner, they were almost in a giving up the ghost state which didn't quite go down well with me since I haven't even given them my own dose of torture yet. They might end up giving up while being I'm still in the process. "Spare us please, we are not guilty." "We were only following orders please, we are innocent." They both began pleading as soon as they sense my presence. I snorted. Such weak beings, I had expected them to put up a little resistance. "You wouldn't be here if you aren't guilty. So shut the crap up." I walked further into the room and sat on the vacant sit left in the room.

“Miss,” he said, opening the cell door. “Yes?” I replied. “Can you trust me and follow me?” he asked. “I was told not to leave the police headquarters again,” I said. “We’re not leaving,” he assured me, and I followed him as he walked ahead. “What happened to the evacuated prisoners?” I asked, remembering they were there last night and gone this morning. “The prisoners were evacuated to provide you with privacy and, more importantly, for security reasons,” he explained. “We can’t rule out the possibility of a criminal in one of these cells being controlled by someone from the outside.”

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.

When after searching the whole house they couldn't find the child they burned the whole house and fled from there. Mohan reached outside a big mansion and told the guards to let him inside but guards were not ready to let him in at this hour. But after seeing the innocent child in his arms they let him in the guard's shelter area to save the child from the storm outside. Then they called inside and after getting permission they sent Mohan in. In the mansion after getting a call from the security this late, a man and a woman in their early 30's came in the living room to see the late night visitor.

Skylar asked. “So, what should I say, sister, they didn’t get death punishment. Even after killing more than one person, they only sentenced to jail. In jail they are living their life peacefully, where they are getting food, bed, clothes, tv to watch, magazines to read, and because of their age, they don’t need to do hard work. Is this a justified punishment for those people?” Evelyn was correct and everybody was convinced, but this is the matter that they can’t do anything about it.