Prison Bl Novels & Stories

Imagining him behind bars shattered something deep inside me. My father looked straight ahead, unmoved, but when his eyes met mine, he bowed in shame. “And finally”, she said, turning to Mr Blade, “Alex Blade, for conspiracy to commit criminal acts, unlawful firearms possession, and racketeering, you're sentenced to 180 days in L.A. County Jail. Your prior financial contributions toward recovery efforts, as well as the voluntary shutdown of several of your front businesses, have been taken into consideration.” “Given your cooperation and lack of prior convictions, the court will not pursue full custodial sentences. Both parties contributed funds toward recovering trafficking victims, funding

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

The pain of turning the spoiled child of the house into a prisoner with hundreds of tubes attached to her body, if no rescue consolation, stunned her. And she was not the only one in this place. At least 20 prisons like hers were strategically aligned, containing roughly unconscious bodies her age. Terror invaded her. He panicked. He waved his arms in a desperate attempt to separate the multiple serums embedded in his skin to become more entangled in them. The air left his lungs. His world was getting dark. Everything was fading. *** Blaren couldn't believe he was there. Being the babysitter of his brother's wolf human companion. He had been brought up to date with the new and crazy events a

THIRD PERSON POV 7:18am-Blackridge Women’s Maximum Security Prison.Russia. Buzz... The iron door to the prison yard opened revealing the female security officer. She walked across the threshold, her baton swinging in her right hand and a walkie-talkie in her left. The eyes of the inmates never leaving her as she passed by them.

He had answered coldly with no iota of feelings,now his back and they are about to get married,by the time he's done destroying him, Ethan would regret they ever met. He walked towards his room, picking his phone as he dialed a number. “What have you got “ He asked. “She was in prison,that's what the record is saying,I'm telling you this records weren't like this originally someone powerful enough messed up with this” The person at the other end said. “A prison out of nowhere,what's the name of the prison? “Downey county correctional facility” The voice answered. “The fuck is that” “It's owned by a private institution,you won't believe it”

Christabel took care of it and she plastered it. She left the room and now, I was on my own. Fabio had been rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I was about to follow but I got chased back by Lorenzo saying I shouldn't move an inch. I would not rest knowing Fabio was in that condition all because of me. If he wasn't defending me all of this would not have happened. Maybe I would just be resting right now. I sucked in my breath and prayed Fabio was all right. Because if he doesn't, I would get blamed for all of it.

Shawn nodded his head, “Yes but not so much in the beginning, in jail we were fed tasteless food.” “And you can have all the sweet things you want at my expense,” Aldridge chuckled behind his hand. Shawn looked over at him and asked, “Have I ever told you that I love your laugh?” Aldridge shook his head, “No but I wouldn’t be surprised.” “You’re so full of yourself,” Shawn grumbled. * At the castle… Prince Sebastian walked into Princess Blanche’s chamber with flowers in his hands then looked around and saw that there were flowers from many others too.

Uncle Jackson's family panicked and tried to run, but the sound of police sirens echoed across the fields. In the end, Uncle Jackson and Aunt Maria were arrested. With cooperation from the pharmacy, it was confirmed that Aunt Maria was the one who purchased the poison. Everything was finally resolved, and Mom was released after only a day in custody. However, she seemed to have aged ten years. In my past life, I had the same experience. I spent a whole month in custody. Despite being in my early 20s, I ended up with graying hair. Now, Mom finally saw Uncle Jackson and Aunt Maria's true colors.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

Larry froze: "I don't want it, and I can't take it, it's against the rules." "Don't you want to join the team?" Alex tilted her head and looked at Larry. "How can we withhold all these stuff, what about the prisoners?" Larry argued: "This is a big injustice in this prison, it is to be suspended and investigated." "You don't have a way out now." "Don’t I?" Larry said. "Really? Look, what is this?" Alex handed a laptop to Larry. When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on.