Love In Prison Novels & Stories

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

He promised his mother that's why he was silent for all these years but since the day Elie is stepped into his life, he almost becomes fearless from me and my actions, I can easily see the anger and attitude in his eyes when I raised my gun at him while care and fear for her. I already know that he will never take my place, he has a successful business, a loving girlfriend, and a supporting brother and of course, fame which he has created, if he lived with me then I am sure he would be nothing but a complete criminal and it will be better for me if I just leave him on his own. As soon as Elina will get recover, I will apologize to them and let them live their life peacefully totally as they

“I have my ways. Even in here. Prison walls can’t keep me from you, my love. I needed to hear your voice. I’ve been thinking about you every single day. Every hour. Every minute. Counting the seconds until I can be with you again.” I stepped back from the railing, legs shaking beneath me. The twins felt heavier suddenly, a reminder of everything at stake. “What do you want, Alex? You’re in prison. Leave us alone.” “I can’t,” he said, his tone dropping to that intimate, dangerous whisper that had always made my stomach turn. “I love you, Eve. I’ve loved you since the first meeting. Not mild feelings. Not a simple obsession. Real love. The kind that studies every detail. The way you tuck your

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

Love, Anna

The couple had their hands intertwined through the bars, the other prisoners looked at the love that the couple had for each other and sat quietly. The sergeant came in and asked them to come out, it was then that Dereck burst into tears and started shouting "Don't leave me alone please...Carla I love you...don't leave me alone son." He knelt down to cry and did not even care that the other prisoners were watching him, but in this world compassion exists and the other prisoners realized that and told him. "Calm down man you are not alone, we are here... besides if you are innocent they will find a way to prove it".

I loved to choke him, so much that just being like this made me want to forget everything that had ever happened. "Do you still love me? Because I never stopped loving you! Even after months in prison, I still have you here in my heart." I said, taking his hand with my free hand and guided it to my chest. He didn’t try and move or force my hand off his neck, or moved his hand from my chest. It was a good call. I wasn’t sure what I would be liable to do if he had. "I still do!" He muttered, a sad smile spread across his face. "I still love you but the guilt was just too much. I even wanted to force myself on another man to replace you. I'm sorry."

Every bite tasted like ash, but she forced it down. Liam sat across from her, watching. Always watching. It was unbearable, so she finally asked, “What do you get out of this? Keeping me here, ripping me from my son—what does it give you, Liam? Power? Control?” His gaze didn’t waver. “You.” The simplicity of the word made her stomach twist. He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sophia set her fork down with a sharp clink. “That’s not love. It’s prison.”