Love In Prison Novels & Stories

Windows on the exterior are small and secured with sterile colourless bars, bearing metal grilles, acting as deterrent for escapees. "I need to get inside it!! I love it!!" Ryan jumps with joy, "Absolutely love it! There's no other way this showroom could have been any better!!" He willingly arrests himself in the cell, "This is really the best, Sir! Kudos." Floor covered in plush red carpeting, feels thick and indulgent underfoot, the softness of carpeting opposes the harshness of the bars, creating a striking juxtaposition. Walls of this prison are wrapped with luxurious velvet wallpaper, soft to the touch and exquisitely textured. The deep red velvet serves as a visual feast for eyes, cre

I said while waving my hand, embarrassed to face the young man with his hard body exposed to me. "My name is Marcus. For the sake of saving my life I vow my whole life to protect you." I gasped, did I save anyone? "... it doesn't have to be... you saved me earlier... it's not worth it." I'm getting more and more confused, this guy doesn't need to follow me all my life, right? "He belongs to the bloodline of the purebred wolf, if he is saved by someone, the family of the wolf shall follow as master. Ah, I'm Joanna Clinton, you can call me Joan."

: 'You know my daughter once had this challenge, but I told her simply' 'You will see one that loves and appreciate you' 'Leo is the only man that I have loved, don't you understand' 'Well it's quite difficult'. He kept silence and she could feel the sudden rush of the sensation. She knew that what she said carried a deep message but she had failed to accept me. 'Drop me here'. He whirled the car to the other direction and parked well. She alighted with a slight smile on her face, as he waved from the front seat, still staring at her as she walked off the road. The prison was a deserted place, and she felt the silence that ran round the place. It had a big structure with long gates that rea

I know one day, he will come to me and everything I have been longing for will be mine. I don't like sharing what belongs to me. 'I can't wait to leave this goddamn prison.' While I ponder on so many things, a guard walks to my prison position. "Good morning. This is your food," he said after opening the prison gate. He pushed the food towards me. I feel so awkward. I have never been treated like a criminal even when I was in the dungeon. I feel so bad for being treated like one. All I did was to fight for the love I have. I don't know when fighting for love becomes a criminal matter that could lead to prison.

Rain has always had the talent to become an illustrator and author rather than taking up business to manage just like his brother,instead of obeying his father’s order he decided to rebel against it and free himself from obedience. Daniel whom lost his parents at such a young age found a foster parents that lets him do whatever he wants as long as it makes him happy and free.But,does his heart truly soften and let by Rain’s love? Daniel was always the person who loves his artwork such as dreaming to become an illustrator like Rain’s talent! If anyone could melt and soften someone’s heart no matter how cold or bad that person might be and no matter what sexuality that is,it will definitely me

Sal's earpod blasted Lewis Capaldi's "Someone you loved" as he plopped down on his bed with a deep sigh. His dad had promised to stop by Care Bare Hospital on his way home but for that moment, Sal had the magnificent manor and all it's rooms and everything in it to himself. He sat up on his bed after a few minutes apparently restless, trying to figure out what he had to do. The businessman hadn't given him any instructions yet and it was killing him.

She has everything and everyone loves her. Christiana pulled her daughter back, shielding her with her own body, “Mother hawk, huh? I said busting into laughter. “Bella,” Christiana said, her voice trembling but steady enough to fill the room. “You don’t want to do this.” I curled my lips into a smile, “Don’t I? Twenty years, Christiana. Twenty years locked away, twenty years without love, no wine. No sex, damn! The prison guards were just so strict. They made love to every other woman except me! I was like a slave…, and now I walk out only to find you have everything I was denied. You think I can live with that?”

Had they truly committed any crime to end up there, or were they falsely taken into custody like me? Regardless, I didn’t like being around them. In all my existence, I never imagined that I would end up in a prison of all places, and yet here I was. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment and shame of a crime I never committed. Perhaps my biggest sin was that I fell in love with an imbecile who not only was unworthy of love but was also unworthy of being called a man. For no gentleman would bestow this fate upon his wife, even if there was another woman that occupied his heart.

How do I justify love in a court of cold, hard fact? I don’t try to prove my innocence. I am guilty. Guilty of love. Guilty of need. So I try to prove its value. The love, I say, my voice sounding small and broken in the vast, logical space, is the anchor. You’ve seen it. When your order failed, when your systems strained, it was us that held. Our bond. Messy. Flawed. But it held the line when pure logic would have shattered. The Warden, the judge, is silent. Unmoving. The Consensus-prosecutor pulses with dismissive light.

——————— Two months later. Agnes, with Louis' help, successfully applied for the position of Ryan's secretary. As far as she knows, now he is the CEO of HOU, a financial company ranked in the top 10 in the world. From perfect looks to a huge fortune, anyone aspires to be a small part like him. Not to mention his skills in bed. Every time she recalls that day, Agnes blushes. Agnes's mission is to make Ryan let his guard down and fall in love with her. Then she would use his loophole to help Louis. Agnes doesn't know if she can afford Ryan's love anymore. Based on beauty? He must have met many more beautiful people than her.