Innocent Prisoners Novels & Stories

It struck me with bitter clarity that, although I was viewed with suspicion by the captain and his family, I was just a mere annoyance compared to the cold-blooded killer who seemed utterly unfazed by the warnings surrounding him. "Believe me, she's nothing but a homeless nineteen-year-old. There's nothing special about her," the captain remarked dismissively, as though I were invisible. I lowered my head, fighting a wave of humiliation, but my eyes flicked up when I heard the killer's voice cut through the tension. "The girl is standing right in front of you, Patrick, show her some respect. I'm sorry if he hurt your feelings, Joeniya." His unexpected defense startled me, igniting a flicker

I didn’t know if that was the truth or not but didn't care as one of them came and leered over my shoulder. “Whoa. I come in peace. There is a small group of us. We have been here for a while. We do what we can to save those that need saving the most. We can't help them all but we do what we can. I have already summoned the group. They are currently in the cells grabbing those that are innocent. There are a few guards down there paying penance for tardies or ruining a woman so that she is unable to work. But the ones that we know for sure are only here as Alpha’s opposition is being freed. We ask for safe passage. We would be happy to assist any way we can but we all just want out of here.”

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

someone said. “Of course. It’s everywhere,” another voice chimed in. “I told you she was just lucky. Miss Bloom’s case wasn’t even difficult. She didn’t commit the crime. All she had to do was find the evidence,” a third person scoffed. "indeed, her luck is really good, to land a job at prime entertainment with such a reputation," another agreed. Ah. Of course. Six sleepless days and nights, and the verdict was luck. I have never felt the world was so unfair, all my hard work gone and now they think I am just lucky.

"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-”

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."