Jinx In Prison Novels & Stories

Jillian, a new hire, had already been trusted with a lead role—proof of how highly Zora and Ximena regarded her. “It’s nearly finished. Should be ready by the weekend.” “Good. After the launch, I’ll treat you to a shopping spree. Get back to work.” Everything was going according to her plan. As she thought of Caitlin’s flawless face, Zora’s fingers tightened around the papers in her hand. Her eyes flashed with malice. This time, she would make sure Caitlin never got up again. * New York Correctional Facility. Caitlin had scheduled a visit with Jonathan. Through the glass, she saw the once-proud man now shaved bald, wearing an orange jumpsuit, stripped of all his former grandeur.

Stephen in particular was just some of the brains in the gang and it was always easier to sneak in new information and contraband with a fresh prisoner. "Good. Is that all you have for me?" He asked, moving the conversation along as his limited phone credits were running out. Another thing he hated about being locked up was that phone calls were earned. Though he had his connections to abuse, these were something he couldn't get more of unfortunately.

“Nah, he’s just here to check on his investments. You know, make sure the prison's still running properly for when he comes back next time.” Laughter echoed around him. “Yo, Hendrix, how’s it feel knowing your fancy suits got replaced by prison rags?” someone jeered from the corner. “Bet you miss those high-end escorts, huh? What, Sasha finally had enough of your bullshit?” Harry’s jaw tightened. His fingers twitched, nails digging into his palm. Then a voice from the bunk behind him—low and mocking—cut through the noise. “Guess money really can’t buy everything, huh?”

“Already getting hard for your Warden? Good boy. Healthy response. This fat cock is going to look beautiful when you’re earning rewards.” The air in the cell grew thick with male scent and raw hunger. Rico and Darius watched openly, their own jumpsuits clearly tenting. “Pretty little honey pot on him, Warden,” Rico called through the bars, his voice thick with approval. “Bet it’ll stretch real nice around that fat cock of yours.” Jax’s cheeks burned with shame, but his hips pushed forward into Marcus’s stroking hand anyway. "I hate how good this feels. I’m not some prison whore… but goddamn, his fingers teasing my sweet pot are driving me insane."

I was thinking the photos couldn’t get worse until the last one. “She looks dangerous,” Dexter mumbled. He was absolutely right. There was a cigarette in her between her lips, her dark eyes looking into the CCTV camera. A small smirk sat on her lips. She looked like the devil herself. “She wanted to be seen,” I mumbled. “Yes. That’s what the officers said. The other inmate, Joel, is a member of a gang and a leader. He smuggles drugs and trafficked women. The police suspect he has reunited with his gang members. They are all helping Quinn,” Dad said.

Staring into the makeshit cities they already built. So far into the play, I have gone to jail twice, literally tried to break out of jail but Alex, I mean sherrif Alex won't let me. I mean why would a sheriff sleep in the station just to keep an eye on one not too criminalistic prisoner. And Alexa, no princess Alexa, I only stole her purse and the judge (also Alexa) Is planning on sentencing me to twenty years of imprisonment. For goodness sake it's just a stupid purse it's not like I murdered the president of United States of America.

Holy shit. “Talk.” Jax’s voice was so rough, Aidan was sure it could crush asphalt right now. “What the fuck do you think you know?” “You killed your mother’s murderer with your bare hands.” Jax swallowed. “You were seventeen, and there were about a dozen extenuating circumstances, so you caught one hell of a break. Just three years, but you served every second of ‘em.” He stared hard. “Two of them in a maximum security prison. That’s where you met a guy named Sig Rattner.”

"How is Fin?" I asked Jinx while I am busy staring at nowhere. I want to know where he is now. I just want to hear the place where he belongs to. The place where he must suffer and pay the bad things he did. He sighed and looked at me. "He was already sent to the prison." I pursed my lips and nodded my head. "Good to hear that."

ADELE It's been a week since the competition. Everything is back to normal and Chris has even gotten up to prepare for work today as well. Oh yes, Bianca's modeling job went down because of what happened at the competition. Apparently, someone had been filming all that happened. She got out of the police jail not long after she was placed in it but I think she has learnt her lesson. Chris walked out of the walk-in closet and I sat up immediately to look at him. I felt a sharp headache and I hissed.

My hands clenched into tighter fists, and my knuckles turned white beneath the strain as I slammed my fist against the stone wall, causing pieces of brick to shower on the marble floor. I forced myself to take a deep breath as I tried to calm down. I had a conversation with her last night, and she didn't seem like she was planning an escape, so how did it happen? "How did this happen? How did you all let this happen, huh?" I growled, my voice laced with annoyance. "How did a feeble lady get away without you knowing?" Jaxon swallowed hard. Jaxon wasn't a prison guard... he was a driver and chief guard.