My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

"Relax. I'm earning enough now to cover my meds. Look, these are what I bought with my salary." I scooped up a handful of colorful pills, tossed them back, and swallowed without hesitation. Then I frowned, falling into a long silence as I pressed a hand to my chest and finally exhaled in relief. When I looked up, William was staring at me. His eyes were faintly red at the corners. I let out a sudden laugh. "Impressed?" He lowered his gaze. His smile was soft, but it carried a quiet bitterness. "Yeah." … [In the Next Life — December 31, 2023, 11:45 PM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Two]

Most of the of the people in the cells are mostly innocent people who Sinclair have put here for not helping his course or finding out about his plans, But over the course of the time I've been here and Adonis became King he has released a lot of people, It wasn't a big prison anyway, we are about 50 inmates here, Life here has taught me a lot about life and making the right decisions at the appropriate time mostly as a man. Me and Rissa are seated on the table after waiting in line to collect our food from the prison cook. When we sat on the steel tables, Rissa bent her head down looking at her food and shook her head, She raised her head back up, “I'm fucking tired of this shit.” She moane

It became my favorite pastime in the prison I lived in. I couldn’t go out alone, do my shopping, or choose my shoes. Gregory had governed my entire life for two and a half years, and it was as if I had forgotten how to take care of myself. I thought that running away would set me free, but now I felt like I had just moved to another cell. The story was repeating itself. I watched those people working while I comfortably sipped my coffee on the veranda of the enormous house and decided that I wouldn’t spend another day locked up in that place.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

She waited for this moment when we would see again, because all these years she had been building firm resolve around her fences. We are supposed to have a meeting in the main house and I'm just sitting on the bed, looking through my files for where it went wrong. When you spend so much time in prison, people see you differently. It does not matter if you were guilty or not, what everyone knows is that you have lived a different life. You have lived amongst rapists, murderers, hit men and you have lived like them. You are an exconvict.

MacJoe retorted, "A few minutes later Lola came out of the bedroom, and she met Naomi at the passage, and she asked, "when have you been released?" "Is that the question you supposed to ask, or you supposed to rejoice with me that am out of prison?" Naomi asked, "Anyway, how was the life In the prison?" Lola asked, "Very bad, Intimidating, humiliating, but at the same time, It was lifely and full of fun" Naomi explained, "Do you wish to go back?" MacJoe asked,

AUTHOR'S POV “ I left her at the gate of the orphanage to save her life. ” The man said in a hoarse whisper. If there was not a mini mic attached to his shirt, Sia would not have been able to even hear his voice through the video playing. Confusion washed over Sia combined with dread that the man in the video might be talking about her. Her hands were trembling as she clicked on the pause button and the video stopped. Was she ready for it? No. No. She was not ready.

Someone you've been thinking about all through, wondering why he abandoned you while you needed him most, not knowing that he is lying in a hospital bed somewhere fighting for his dear life! Prison is the worst place someone can be locked up. First, you don't get all the luxuries and the food served is substandard and sometimes I had to sleep hungry. Many are the nights I prayed and begged God for his mercy, promising to make His name to be known by everyone when I come out alive. Now here I am, in my sweet heart's arms, as free as a kite! It took me a while convincing Jeff to accept to host Sandra. At first, he was adamant and he promised to kick her ass if she dares cross him. However, he

I was forever grateful to her. The sun which was almost too bright and unfamiliar shone on me, warm against my skin which was now parched and shrivelled from malnutrition and the poor living conditions of the prison. We only ate like once a day and were fed undercooked, low-quality or served food portions that wouldn’t even be enough for a five-year-old. Not to mention all the violence and aggressive behaviour from the prison inmates. I learnt to defend and stand up for myself the hard way, sustaining a lot of bruises and scars on my body. While in that prison, I had to keep looking over my shoulder because something kept telling me Robert or any member of the Wilson family might hire someon

LILY’S P.O.V “There is someone here to see you,” a prison warden came to take me out of my cell. There was so much of noise as I passed the other cells to get to the meeting room, there was shouting, foul language, banging, etc. This was not something I was used too and I dreaded every minute spent in here but I knew that I have to get used to it because I was sentenced to life imprisonment!!!