My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.

My dad says and he kisses my forehead after to calm me down. “Okay…” I answer in a low voice and I make my way upstairs after. My life will completely change when I went to prison soon. I have no idea what will happen to me there and I don’t know how the system works. Do they will let me use my phone there and running around the internet considering the prison is a private prison? Life will be boring as fuck if I just lie down on my prison bunk and do nothing after my release.

There was a moment in which paramedics rushed in with three new patients severely injured and hanging on for death life. I sighed at the thought of Jason. It broke my heart to hear his words. He didn't care, he didn't want to understand. He wasn't thinking straight at all even though I could tell he hadn't had a drop of alcohol. He lost himself and I'm afraid even though he spends some time in prison he won't find himself and he won't mind spending the rest of his days there. Though I must say, prison life is not so bad once you get used to it. Three meals a day, hot water, no rent, no bills to pay. You severely sick or injured? No problem, they take you to hospital and you don't have to pay

"Ouch. How did this happen?" "I had to p-pick up bricks." Daisy told her, trying not to cry like a baby as alcohol was rubbed onto her skin. "I see. So I'm guessing prison life has been terrible so far." She shrugged, not knowing how to answer. She had imagined prison to be much worse and frankly, she loved every second spent with Seth. It made her feel alive and everything that has happened so far was much more exciting than the life she had lived before. "So... do you have a cellmate?" Maria asked.

I just take my food from him and go back deeper into my cell to eat it. I expect to see Mason walking toward my door; instead, I see women. They’re three of them. The one in front opens my cell door, and they all walk inside. The two behind grab my hands and make me kneel. They spread my hands wide as the one who opened my cell walks toward me with a needle in her hand. I can't see clearly, but I’m sure it's silver inside the syringe. I struggle to free my hands from the two women holding me, but I’m unable to. The leader finds a vein in my left hand and wastes no time injecting me.

The only way out is by serving time in prison. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would spend even a day in jail, let alone years. After we got caught, we were taken to court, where almost all the evidence pointed to Alfred and Fiona. They both received life imprisonment, but I was spared and given ten years because I was blackmailed. I never thought this would be my life one day, but now I have to adapt to it.

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.

They never understood that everything I did — every plan, every risk, every lie — was to take back what was supposed to be mine. Lucas. The family’s pride. The life I was denied. When the judge read the sentence — life imprisonment without parole — a strange calm settled over me. There were gasps, a few murmurs, maybe even a sigh of relief from her side of the courtroom. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even blink. They led me away in chains, my footsteps echoing down the empty corridor like a metronome counting down the rest of my life. The cell was small — metal bed, gray walls, the faint smell of disinfectant and despair.

"But what you're going to do to me..." "I spent the last six years of my life behind bars. Your grandfather's greed destroyed my family and almost destroyed me. Think about that instead of your petty little life for a change." "I—" I what? What did I want to say? That my life wasn't petty? That I mattered? That I did think of other things and not only of myself? "Ask me what it was like to be locked up for killing a murderer. Ask me what it was like to spend six years in prison only to have the verdict overturned."