Love Letters To Inmates Novels & Stories

Kathy asked. “I want a woman, I have needs.” “We don’t do conjugal visits here, you know that. And if we did allow it, we don’t provide sexual partners.” “I can find a woman, I get a hundred fan letters a week. You wouldn’t believe what these women are willing to do.” “No, actually I can, I’ve been in the prison business for thirty years. I know what these women are like, believe me. I’ve seen it.” “Then let me have one, or two. Give me the chance to fulfill their fantasy, and let me get off once and a while.”

Maybe he knows my heart well—I'll be willing to get tricked just for this. I read the writings repeatedly, as the more I read them, the more I feel like I am getting hypnotized. The writing reads: "I'm so sorry. I really can't express myself well. You don't have to worry, as I already love you even before I take a weekly dose of Loksi. I didn't see how lovely you were until it was too late. If only I had realized it sooner, you wouldn't have been imprisoned and subjected to torture. I am really sorry.

I bristle at her doubtful tone. While I entrusted my life to Charles, other prisoners had their doubts, and I won't judge them. After all, many inmates haven't found their true love yet. They don't understand the meaning of childhood sweethearts, family, and commitment. "Of course," I say. "Charles is a great guy. He sends me a letter every week. He hasn't visited me because his status is sensitive. I went to jail, Trina, and it was not an honorable thing to do. And my dad wouldn't lie to me, either. I'm finally going to get my life back, Trina."

Next Tuesday I'd surely be moved out of the maximum security section, into minimum security. I'd just finished a meal, served in my locked cell on an insulated plastic tray, where two inmates came to the door. "Hey Venessa, it's me Emily and this is my friend Kelly. You don't seem happy but this will cheer you up a bit." Emily handed me the notes, which read; The Man I Am If you would ever want to spend your life with a man like me, then you deserve to know the man I am.

I questioned, my words coming out in stammered waves as I struggled to move around. "Oh, my love," He began, his hand playing with the bottom hem of my shirt. "While you left me to rot behind bars, you were out here living your life. The minute I got out, I thought it was time to pay you a visit as we have to so much to catch up on," "What, they didn't have postcards in prison?" I sneered, spitting on his face. "Ah, there she is," He let out a deep

It was dated, and his handwriting was neat. “I’m sorry I did that, but I did it because what happened was revealed to the whole academy. I am hurt and ashamed of the way you were dragged off to prison. Trust me, I had no intention of putting you in that cell, but I did it for the people not to question. I will get you out of there when everything has died down. I love you, and I hope this will clean those pretty tears from your face. P.S. Please don’t cry again; it makes me weak. Love Aurelian,” I read out, and my walls were broken. I read the next letter. And it was just him being goofy. Then I brought out the next one.

Feeling the bile rise up my throat even further, I run the hell out of there. -LETTERS START HERE- September 28, 2015 Dear Maisie, You told me to reach out to you after three days, but you never replied to my last letter. This can only mean two things: (1) you're still mad at me, and (2) a Jonas Brother got married and you've barricaded your room in grief. Anyway, I need you. You're the only one I can talk to about this. The thing is... I think I'm in love.

I’d been forgotten in hell. The other inmates called me “the stray nobody wanted”. Violence was their sport; filthy words were their weapon. “Still lying about being Alpha’s lover? How come he never visits?” Their laughter echoed off the walls as fists rained down on me. “You think you could be a Luna? Wake up! You’re a stray dog. Say it!” Curled up on the floor, bleeding and crying, I whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m a stray dog. I don’t deserve Alpha… I won’t love him again…”

Anyone with eyes can clearly see that he was in a state of extreme shock and despair. His eyes robotically moved over the words in the letter that Isabella had written for him one after the other, just like a kid learning how to read. It read, 'Hi Dada! Firstly, please forgive me for keeping you in the dark. Hope you are not too mad at me? And please don't blame Dr. Ipkins, he had no choice in the matter as I kinda forced him. So please I beg of you, spare the innocent man. Secondly, do you know that quote— 'If you love someone, set them free. If they come back to you, then they are yours and if they don't, then they never were'?

"I love you so much, Ivanna" "I love you more", she whispers back and kisses me again. Thea I look at the ceiling above my head. With a drastic change hitting my life, all the awful things I have done for years, scramble inside of me. I feel completely alone when I hear other inmates talking about how their family misses them, and how they are waiting for another meeting with them. I don't think anyone will ever come to visit me. I'll be all alone in this prison, serving my sentence with no hope of seeing the people I love. I already miss my family. Ryan, Kevin, and John. I wanna see them so badly.