Love Letters To Inmates นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Carefully, she tore open the envelope, revealing the words that her beloved Bryan had poured onto the paper with unwavering devotion. My Dearest Madissa, As I sit here in the confines of our cell, my heart heavy with the weight of our recent visit, I find solace in the act of writing these words to you. The emotions that filled the air during our encounter remain etched in my mind, and I long to express the depths of my feelings that went unspoken.

“I love you so much. I’m sorry I ruined our first Valentine’s as husbands.” I pressed my hand to the glass. “It’s okay. I love you too. We’ll celebrate when you come home just like we’ve done in our years of dating.” He told me how much he had missed holding me, how he had dreamed about kissing me every night, how he hated that I was sleeping alone. And he also told me all the nasty things he would do to me when he was finally out of this prison. His eyes got wet. “If only I could reach out to you now.”

Marian: “He loved audit day. Said it was the only day the company told the truth.” Willa: “Truth is: we’re fine.” Elma: “Truth is: we’re better.” Nathan: “No letters today?” Elma: “No letters.” They ate. Talked about the new cafeteria menu. The rice recipe was now in all 14 plants. *8. 3:00pm. The Letter* Boardroom. Legal slid an envelope across the table. `FROM: INMATE 4417, KANO MAX` `TO: BOARD OF HAYES CORPORATION`

Enrique questioned. " He is one of her rapists but he is in prison now." Sabrina mumbles casually as I cringed. " Do you want to read it or should I throw it?" Father questions, looking at me concerned. With trembling hands, I picked up the paper, unfolding it slowly. Taking a deep breathe, I begged myself to focus on the letters scribbled on the white paper. [ My darling princess, Missed me? I know I did. The rooms of this jail are really dark but not dark enough to erase our memories. Those beautiful memories you and I have created together will forever be in my heart.

I like you, Hera. Those four words make my heart melt. Those four words make me want to confess at that instance that I love him, I love him since the day I saw his.... dick? No! I have loved him since then because he's the one who gave me inspiration to fight for my own life, that he's the one who makes my whole life meaningful while I'm in prison in my own father's hands. But I didn't have the chance to tell him everything what's running inside my mind at that time, as he ran away after he pulled away from the kiss and confined himself inside the bathroom.

The entrace is a heavy, bared metal gate, having intercom system for communication purposes, "What is… this?" "What do you think it is?" "Looks like a prison," Ryan cannot believe it, his supervisor can also come up with something like a love prison?— Unlikely, "Wait! Don't tell me–" "Exactly, Mr. Miller!" That was exactly the reaction he had hoped for, "A love prison. And it's my original idea, my own." Signage indicates the name of LOVESICK as of now, and possible warnings in future that aren't decided. Windows on the exterior are small and secured with sterile colourless bars, bearing metal grilles, acting as deterrent for escapees.

"I promise. And Uncle Thomas? Promise me you'll remember that too. Even in jail, even when you're sad, remember that we love you and we're waiting for you to come home." I pulled her close for one final hug, breathing in the scent of childhood innocence and unearned forgiveness. "I promise, brave dolphin. I promise I'll remember." As federal agents entered the warehouse, I stood and raised my hands in surrender—not just to law enforcement, but to forty years of love I'd been too proud and too hurt to accept. "Elena," I said as handcuffs clicked around my wrists, "take care of Emma. Teach her about Romano strength, but also about Romano love. Don't let her make my mistakes."

This Knight can be stricter than King Areszo! He cleared his throat once again and started from the top. To my lovely, pretty, sexy, and hot Love, my fucking gorgeous Persephone, It was now my first day here in prison. And just like what you asked me before you leave, I surrendered myself to Lawrence Fucking Gibson's police father. My cell was stinky and all dirty, and my bed was too narrow for me. It was gross. The bugs are gross. The insects are gross. Everyone in here are gross. If only I could take their lives away, I already did. Because they are all gross.

Grace Luther read through the letter with a frown; Dear, Gracey. I assume you have met Adeline already as you examine this letter. She has already grown to become a nice young lady. When you see this letter, I reckon I am dead. Please take care of Adeline for me. She grew up without you by her side and has never known a mother's love. Don't worry, I didn't tell her anything, I have kept that matter a secret. All that I beg of you, is that you treat her better and let her finish her education. yours sincerely,

Looking at the gifts in my hands, I didn't know what to think. I was confused. Why would Amelia just run off like that? Was anything chasing her? I shrugged and took the gifts back to my cell and then I began to unwrap. There was little food and heartwarming letters. I read them and tears wouldn't stop streaming down my eyes. I looked around me and the tears wouldn't stop rushing. I had no cellmate. No one was around me either. I was kept in a special cell. Like the ones for people who would be soon killed.