My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

Sure enough, when Wendy realized he was broke and the apartment was gone, she turned to cops who were leading Kamila away. "Officer!" she shouted. "I want to report Terence Lambert for swapping the hospital medication!"

Sofia *** I look around at my life, and I still can't believe that it's mine. When I stepped into this country for the first time all those many years ago, I could never have imagined that one day I would find love and family. That the dark cloud hanging over me would one day recede to let the light in again. Back then, my heart had no room for anything but the vengeance that beat within it. I wanted only to bear a son, a son who would one day avenge me of the wrongs done to me.

"Married for three years. Divorced for two. "She was outside the industry and couldn't take the nature of my work. "There were always cameras, always rumors. She trusted me less and less. "In the end, she said the person she loved wasn't Lucas Rhodes. It was the ordinary man before he got famous. "That ordinary man was dead, so she didn't want to wait anymore." I didn't speak. "So when I say only after leaving the wrong person can you meet the right world..." He turned to look at me and smiled. "I was saying it to myself. I'm lending it to you."

My hands trembled as I picked up the photo, staring into the faces I’d long buried in my memory. For five years, I rotted in a prison cell, my life reduced to endless days of confinement and violence. I bore the weight of a crime I didn’t commit, my soul corroding under the weight of injustice. And through it all, I clung to the belief that they were still out there somewhere, alive, waiting. Now, that hope was gone.

I couldn't let all of our efforts go to waste now. Eight years ago, I had been thrown into this hell hole that people called prison. It was more of a torture dungeon than a prison. Eight years of my life was wasted here. I had been wrongfully convicted of murdering a high profile person. I was thrown into prison without even getting a chance to defend myself properly.

I had to pull myself together and live. I gave myself a month-long mini-vacation. Each day, I ate, slept, read, and walked. Slowly, my strength returned, and I found work nearby. The first month I got paid, I adopted a stray dog. With it by my side, I no longer felt lonely. I thought life would stay this calm forever. But tonight, walking the dog after work, I rounded a corner—and froze at the sight of the person I never wanted to see again. Joe.

As soon as I asked, the TV broadcasted news that Francis had escaped from prison, leaving me dumbfounded. Good grief, he really was getting bolder and bolder. At this rate, he truly had no intention of getting back on track and living a proper life. "There's no need for us to meet," I said plainly. I paused, then advised, "You should turn yourself in." But he flat-out refused. "No! If I turn myself in, my life will be completely over." I raised my voice to remind him, "You're already ruined. Turning yourself in is the only chance you have to start over. Don't let your life become a total mess."

Stephano uttered, making Roy give the signal for his guards to ease off the tension that they felt. “So what were you in prison for, and how long did you stay in there?”“Well, my prison life isn't what I like to talk about, but sadly that's precisely what shaped my life, and I survived through four decades and got out, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.”

That she might give me one last chance to explain myself before the jury decides my fate. Prison is exactly as terrible as I imagined it would be. The food is barely edible, the bed is a thin mattress on a metal frame, and the other inmates range from indifferent to openly hostile. Most of them know who I am. The news anchor kidnapper. The rich lawyer who thought she was above the law. They don't like me, and I can't blame them. I wouldn't like me either.

Michelle asked, eager to hear what Shofia would say—was it in line with what Laura had told her? “I’m sorry…” Shofia said softly, making Michelle smile faintly as tears fell down her cheeks. Perhaps it was true—there was no longer any chance for her to be released from prison anytime soon. Could she survive in prison? Michelle thought it was impossible. Living a glamorous, luxurious life with everything at her fingertips made it extremely difficult to imagine enduring life behind bars. But the punishment had to be served. “If you can't get me out of here soon, then you’ll be receiving my corpse instead!” Michelle said, then stood up and walked away, leaving her mother still in shock over her