Novel & Cerita Innocent Prisoners

Author's p.o.v Adeel is sitting on the jail room's floor like a motionless person. He has lost all hopes in his life. His siblings have turned their face from him. His wife Haniya is mentally unstable and his child is already dead. He wanted to die but he couldn't die thinking that committing suicide is a sin. He is just breathing because he can't stop breathing until Allah stop it. But, every day he is now praying for death. A few moments ago, his trial was held and he was sentenced lifetime imprisonment for murdering Amir Al Sadd who was another business tycoon.

she added in a small voice. Roland sighed. Indeed, even if they were going to win the case against Gav, the damages were not much. Even if he was sentenced, since he had not caused any real harm, he might just need to pay compensation and bail. But a person like Gav should rot in prison. This was another reason he found real victims who could lock him up for a few years. “Have you not seen the news? A man like Gab should be locked up,” Roland said. He then explained about the other victims he had found.

"Deny all you want, we have strong evidence against you." The police officer on his right side replied. Narco sighed and turned his gaze to the officer on the side, looking pitifully. "Do you know how many prisoners have not been convicted rightfully by the law? I am one of them." The young man convinces the officer with his puppy look but he appears a very naughty cat. "This is clearly made up to destroy my name and innocence to cover up the bigger mess," Narco added once glancing meaningfully at Mischa's place.

I bluntly said Sorry that I'm stubborn but when it comes to being practically auctioned off like a cow to be married, I've forgiven her multiple times but just this time this takes the cake she got dad and me into this position If she just hadn't gotten a gambling and drug addiction we wouldn't be here. He continues to ride all the way to a Harley Davidson shop, when we walk in there is clothing as far as the eye can see motorcycles you name it we walk down the aisles. "So what are we looking for?" I said towards Jace

"We have a practice where we take out one prisoner every night from the dungeon, and I and my men—we—uh, we have some fun with them." My breath stills. I clench my jaw tight in anger. The fucking pigs. Taking away the prisoners under their care to do such despicable things to them. All because these people have been put under them? Are these the people that the pack shifters realm have deemed fit to live and dine among their packs, while we are cast away as rogues? So these are the innocents who don't deserve to be slaughtered. A dry laugh escapes my lips, and without thinking I swipe my sword against his other ear.

I spoke in a finalized tone, my voice directed at my mate but spoken to all. I wanted everyone if they were intelligent enough to know I was trying to tell them those prisoners were innocent. They don't deserve to be in prison just because they couldn't pay their taxes but unfortunately, the people present here were all blinded by hate, and that was the real mastermind of all this wanted. "I'm not gonna watch my mate get treated like crap," Jack said through our mind-link. "You are going to have to jack rider," I said in a mocking tone. " Expect of course you are ready to stop minding your business and fight for everyone here, you are ready to fight for justice and truth" I spat back at him

“I’m innocent-” “The world doesn’t care,” Hal says outright. “You can scream that you’re innocent and nothing will happen. We’ve tried to find any clue or information which might have helped you but we couldn’t. There’s not a shred of evidence which can free you.” Nathan’s heart sinks in dejection. “However, we can give you a loophole,” Hal goes on. “If you confess, I can guarantee you that you’ll only be imprisoned for eight months.” “What? Are you insane?” Nathan growls at him. “I’m innocent! Charlotte-”

The torture of the supposed rogue began, I could hear and see him pleading innocent, but none of them listened to him. Such injustice and cruelty. He was burned by metal daggers that were being pierced into him. “I am innocent!!!” “Please!!!” His screams echoed in the cells, I was well aware of the ploys of many criminals. They would pretend to be saints and even have the loudest cry, but at the end of the day, each one of them deserved a fair hearing. What if this rogue was innocent and just framed?, was this how his innocent blood would be shed without a chance to defend himself?

It seemed like this time my bad luck would finally kill me… "I'm innocent," I cried softly. "Why am I even here?" A hoarse chuckle broke through the stone wall separating my cell from the next one. "Everyone here is innocent in their own way," a raspy, man's voice assured. The sound was coming from behind the wall I was leaning against. "A-are you… a prisoner here?" I asked hesitantly. "Who else would I be?" He coughed up a chuckle. "Free men do not sit in rotten cells."