Love In Prison Novels & Stories

instructed the guard once more. “Let me!” I bellowed but a hand restrained me. “Just let me talk to that stupid guy,” I said to the guard. “Let him,” a voice whispered behind us. The prison was giving me his signature grin. “Two minutes top and no more.” I nodded. “Give us privacy.” I dragged the stoic body of the man down the steps. I was starting to have doubts about my decision for picking him over the other one. “Hey!” I slapped him hard on the face. “Get a hold of yourself!” I got no reaction in return. “Listen to me, dude. Win this fight and I promise you would never worry for your wife and kid again. I promise no Santa Muertos would ever endanger them. Do you like that?”

I held her hand close to mine as I focus on Jayden and Jana as well. "Liam?" I look at her. "Yeah?". "I love you". That one word smelts my entire heart and I replay it over and over again staring into her beautiful oceanic blue eyes. "I love you more". I replied with all sincerity. * * * Two Weeks Later * * * 💍Brianna Hills💍 "Chloe Houston. Do you take Lucas Knights to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?". The priest announced.

“Stace?” “I’m here,” she says, her voice still fragile but determined. “I love you,” he says. “We’re getting out of here. Both of us.” There’s a pause. Then, her whisper: “I believe you.” And between those two cold cement walls, something warmer than hope begins to bloom. The prison walls rumble with more than just the footsteps of guards or the distant clang of gates. There’s noise outside—real noise. Chanting, camera shutters, people shouting names.

“I don’t know how to explain it but love for him means nothing, so if you want him to accept your own terms, if you love him then you have to make him.” Fiona wasn’t laughing when she dropped her suggestions or maybe advice about how and why Zain is happy one day and moody the next. “It’s not even about that, I have also put love in the prison and locked it up, I don’t want anymore! They always bring me pain!” “I don’t want anymore, I just want to be happy, save my father from everlasting jail term and leave this town!” My eyes were beginning to dilate because I’m getting high on wine already but I’m also loving the feeling.

She bled out in my arms, telling me that she loved me… And I just had to get the fuck outta there before my heart could break even more than it already had. She really did love me. She was prepared to let me walk free from a life in prison out of her love for me. And it was screwing with my mind to the point of no return. I couldn’t stop replaying the moment in my head. Her blood draining away from her face, her face going white. And I knew I’d never be able to move on from this.

“Alexander. You can’t turn on and off love like a light switch. That is not how it works. If you love her then be there for her now. She will never get out of prison. She will never hold her child without bars between them. There are so many things she will never experience because she made the wrong choices over and over again. But you can give her love. Even if you never see her again. At least you took this time to show her love. And it will make your heart happy too. Come on. Hold her hand and watch your child be born.” Ingrid holds out her hand for Alexander. He looks at it before taking it and letting her lead him to the room.

“I hardly fall in love but when I do – I fall hard. It’s only been a short while since I got to know you. Now I can tell why Fenris fell for you.” “So you saying you’re in love with me?” “I am, Lumi.” “Are you trying to buy my affection with all this – the bungalow, the jail release, getting revenge?” “Not at all Lumi. But you can’t expect me to stand back and do nothing when I claim to love a lady.” ”Oh okay good. Because I’m never falling for you. Now I’m out of prison, I just want to have a fresh start.” “Never say never. Have a fresh start with me. What kind of friends did you make in prison?”

"I'm in love with you. Not the version of you I fell in love with when you were my intern. The version you are now. The person who chose truth over loyalty. Who walked away from something that was destroying her. Who built a life doing work that matters instead of work that pays well. That person — the one sitting here right now — I'm in love with her. And I don't know if that changes anything. But I needed to say it. Before I couldn't say it anymore except through monitored phone lines and in letters that get read by guards." I looked at him. At the man who had checked locks and arranged things in parallel lines and had finally learned to fall apart. Who was about to go to prison for protec

My throat aches from screaming. And all I can think is: This isn’t love, it is prison. #####################

Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy. “Baby” I whispered, still in disbelief, as he took my hand and guided me forward. “Hey, Michelle,” he said, eyes warm and fixed on mine. “I want to let you know how much I love you… with every passing day, you become the peace I never knew I needed.” I swallowed slowly as his words sank in. “I just want you to know this is forever.” He breathed. He went down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine as he held my hands.