Love In Prison Novels & Stories

“I hope you forgive me for what I’ve done.” I step towards the cell, ignoring the protests from the many protective men surrounding me. Reahcing out, I grab Remiel’s hand. “There is nothing to forgive Remiel.” A tear slides down my cheek. “I love you and I will not rest until I have freed you from this prison and brought you back home.”

I'm coming to join you. “Ify! No! Ify!...” He fell to his knees as he stared at Ify, the girl he had come to love, dangle from the ceiling fan; the chair she had been standing on overturned on the floor. He wept bitterly. Why couldn’t she wait? Why couldn’t she?Why did she behave like the others? Why did he have to watch her die? His vision was becoming hazy again, his head was too heavy to hold up anymore. His eyes rolled back to its socket, he collapsed on the floor.

" she said, while giggling. They all clapped, while Samantha and Allen couldn't get enough of each other. Back home, Nancy, Kay and Rose had been busted, by Kingston's team. Kingston still had feelings for Nancy, even after her betrayal. He almost got kicked out of the team, because he almost let his emotions cloud his judgement. He vowed to bring Nancy to justice, and so he did. Nancy was arrested, with the rest of her minions. She was sentenced to 15years in jail, while Kay and Rose got 10years each. Samantha had been sending Nancy letters in prison, and time it gets sent back.

"How laughable, Mommy... I thought I had finally received love." In truth, I had suspected this all along, but I hadn’t wanted to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that, even in this new life, I would still be denied love. So, I lied to myself, trying to convince myself it was all real, and ended up trapped in my own illusion. I didn't say another word. I went into my room, took out the three cards, and laid them one by one on the table. I kept my tears in check as I spoke.

“Go away. Go back to Lovie and start your new life with her, that’s why you brought her out of prison, right?” Atlas stared at me as if I had grown two heads. “Lovie? New life? Out of prison? What nonsense are you saying, Julia?” I looked away, trying to kick his hands away from my feet. “It is not very romantic to beg in the middle of fire. We are both to die here,” “I’m not holding you by a chain, go if you want to! You’ve left me once already and you didn’t die!” I sobbed. Atlas tugged on his hair, almost as if he was about to wreak havoc on the world. “Lovie is in prison, Julia. I don’t even know what Prison she’s in!”

He wasn’t powerful anymore. He was caught. And I survived him. That night, I watched him through the glass of the holding cell. No remorse. Just rage. But it didn’t scare me. It pitied me. Because I knew what he never would. Love—real love—isn’t about control. It’s about release. And I was finally, completely free.

"You're calling prison 'home.' You're calling suffering 'family.' You're—you're making torture sound like love. You're—" "We're human," Albert interrupted. "That's what humans do. We find meaning in suffering. We build connection in darkness. We create love in places love shouldn't exist. We're—we're stubborn. We're impossible. We're—" "We're together," I said. "That's all that matters. That's everything." We held each other in the dark. Four people who'd sacrificed everything. Four people who'd chosen love over freedom. Four people who called prison "home" because home was where family was.

she asked, eventhough her heart was aching and was now yearning for the man's true love once again. When she left the prison, she thought the man's presence would no longer intimidate her and that she would be numb at all his abuses , that was because she thought she had stopped loving the man. But Love is mysterious, it's impossible for people to control how their heart feels towards another, how can she still be in love with a man who had made life miserable for her for nine years, a man who didn't care about her going to jail, a man who had no sympathy towards the death of her child, worst...a man that burnt the grave of her dead son into ashes.

“Felonies are not exactly fun.” “It was for a good cause. Are you going to tell him?” “No!” I exclaimed. “I’m not telling anyone and you better not either!” “You did it for love. What’s that song Meat Loaf sang? He would do anything for love.” “I don’t love him,” I quickly corrected. “And I refuse to take advice from someone named Meatloaf.” “Sure, about that?” she shot back. “People do some crazy things for the people they love. You would never do anything like that if you weren’t desperate. You would have gone to prison for him. I think that says far more than any Hallmark could.”

That was when he found me; I would be able to go to him and confirm the bond that we have. I know that all of this is just wishful thinking, because I am well aware that Anderson would never set me free. After all the time that I had spent with him, the more I got scared of him. Because most of the time when he loses his temper, some of the people around him face his wrath. Still, despite everything that I have done, I find myself stuck in the same prison where we placed those people who committed greater sins, trapped with no place to go. Many people told me to be grateful, but how could I be when I’m not shown any love? How would they feel if they found out that the person you finally lear