Novel & Cerita Love In Prison

The headlines now read like love letters to their corporate marriage. My fingers tighten around the phone until my knuckles go white. Ten years in that hellhole of a prison, and for what? To watch them parade around like some power couple success story while I scrape together schemes that fall apart faster than wet tissue paper. The bell above the door chimes. I glance up, and my breath catches. Elizabeth Walton.

I whispered. The words felt dangerous. Forbidden. Real. The line stayed open, my mother listening, measuring. Finally, she spoke again—cool, distant, unchanged. “Then you will have to learn,” she said, “that love is a liability.” The call ended. I lowered the phone, staring at the empty street where John had vanished. Somewhere out there, he was running—fighting—surviving. And I was the reason he’d learned to stop trusting. I told myself I had done what I was raised to do.

he hissed, "Don't try to use your love to wrap a bow on this." He let go of my wrists, his hand raking through his hair. When he turned back, his eyes were bloodshot, the pain of those years in prison spilling out of him. "You weren't there, Alessia! You didn't sit in a six-by-nine stone box, staring at a wall and feeling like a piece of garbage because I was betraying my 'vows' to her just by thinking of you! I spent every night for years begging every God out there to forgive me for loving you while I was married to her."

And beside me, the man who turned my prison into my freedom pressed a final kiss to my hair and whispered into the dark: “After everything — we’re still here.” Love isn't just about words, it's majorly sacrifice.

Honestly, I got lost in my mind that I missed all the Bible principle of marriage but at least I heard something, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” At least I heard something, but a feeling of guilt took over me. “Leilani Reed and Edgardo Di Costa come today to be united in this sacred relationship.” He says, I heard Edgardo clear his throat and I knew what it meant. This relationship is nowhere close t

Michael had finally gotten back his true identity, no more hiding, taking the name that had once been a mark of shame but was now a badge of honor. ​The police station felt different now. The air was no longer thick with the suffocating corruption of the Higher Powers. The Commissioner who had framed Clinton was long gone, replaced by a system that was still flawed, but at least, it was breathing. Regina glanced toward the high-security wing of the distant state prison. Nelly was in there, buried alive in a cell. The court’s ‘No Visitation’ order was a special kind of hell—a silent tomb where no familiar face would ever enter. Nelly, who had thrived on influence and the gaze of others, was n

Everything that happened in his coma seemed just like yesterday to him, it seemed so real and strangely his feelings for her was still very real, before the coma, he never thought he could love someone this much, but here he was without even any heartwarming physical interaction with her he had already fallen helplessly for her. But his mother was right, after what happened between them, she would absolutely loathe him now and from the look of things getting her to see him just as he sees her now seems almost impossible. He turned to look at Isabella beside him and her attention was wholly on the TV, he took out his phone and scrolled to Julius name,

We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

I recognize the voice to belong to Travis Richardson, our house's head of security. I look between the door, Janice and her unknown friend repeatedly. Janice just stands there with her hands crossed across her chest,staring back at me with expressionless eyes. Her face is stilled masked like it was last night but I can easily make out that it's her. Her friend suddenly goes on her knees and starts rubbing her palms together, "Sir, please! Sir all we did was come to take food because we are hungry, please pity..." She starts to sob in a loud whisper. Janice pauses her speech by putting her right hand over her friend's mouth, the other hand lying on her waist.