My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

The kind of perfect that makes you ache for what you’ve lost. Rose clears her throat. “How’re you holding up?” I glance at 'er, unsure how to answer. “I don’t know,” I admit finally. “Feels like I’m livin' someone else’s life. Everything’s the same, but it’s not. You know?” She nods, her expression softenin'. “I get it. Coming out of prison… it messes with your head. You think you’ll step back into the life you left behind, but life doesn’t wait. It changes. People change.”

With multiple charges pinned on him, he was soon sentenced to life imprisonment. When Chase told me all this, I was already abroad. None of it surprised me, because I was the one who had provided all the evidence to the police. I had only pretended to have amnesia so that Gideon would lower his guard. I had intended to get revenge on them for everything they did to me, and now, I had succeeded. … Many years later, I returned to Laridia to handle some business matters. By chance, I ran into Lenora. When she saw me, she rushed over excitedly, looking as exuberant as a child.

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.

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

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."

I didn’t even have time to wrap my head around the infidelity when I accidentally killed a person, his mistress, before I could wrap my head around that, I got served with divorce papers, not that I wanted to stay married to Liam but I thought I was the one who’s going to be serving him with divorce papers but it seems he wants nothing to do with me he served me divorce papers and took away my kids. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to them because their father wouldn’t allow it saying I am danger to them. Now, I am in a six by eight cell, never knew how accurate this was when they said it in the movies until I got here. Everything is in one place; a toilet is here, and our beds are here. I s

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice

Dastan I finally get released from prison after Twelve days, I got the shit beat out of me everyday in there and no matter how much I begged the guards never moved me to a different cell but they never did, I know this has to be somebody’s doing because there is no way under normal circumstances that someone like me would be treated this way.

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.