Prison Bl Novels & Stories

That made no sense to me at all, especially when I was still in the basement of the man who had brutally killed my family. Five days left, five more days left before my freedom would supposedly be granted, and until now nothing had happened. I thought I would be trapped in the basement forever. I had been counting every single day, and according to Giovanni, it was going to happen today. And now I'm beginning to doubt him because I don't think this will go as planned. Suddenly, the door opened without delay. I slowly stood up. Primo came inside. “Follow me.” No questions were asked; I just did as I was told.

“She won’t be able to see anything about us. What should we do with her?” “Send her back,” I instructed. “Tell Steve we’ll knock 20% off the deal as we helped him catch her.” As Carl turned to leave, Blade went wild, whining and agitated. “No! No!” he shouted in my mind, but he couldn’t explain why. “Hold on a minute,” I said, stopping Carl. There was something about this situation that felt too significant to ignore. “Let me see her first.” I approached the vehicle where my men were holding the prisoner. The closer I got, the stronger the scent of blood and dirt became. Carl had mentioned she was covered in bruises and whip marks. Who was this girl, and what had she done to deserve such tre

We kept eye contact for a while before he talked again, "I wasn't planning on it." Big fucking mistake Mr. Wilson. You just challenged me and the person with nothing to lose is always the most dangerous one. "Come man," my brother wrapped his hand around his shoulder, "let me give you a tour, we'll carry the stuff in later." I walked back upstairs and into my room, I couldn't stop smiling on my way, toying with him was going to be so much fun. Blake's POV John led me into the room in the basement and the moment we got in the room, he pushed me against the wall, he wasn't that much stronger than me but he got me by surprise.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~

I looked up just as he walked in to see a frustrated look on his face. "I looked into the letter," he explained. "The Post Master said that a man came in yesterday to get the letter and was apparently irate when he was told they hadn't received a letter with your insignia on it." "Who was it?" He shrugged. "None of them had ever seen him before." "Did you get the security footage?" "It was conveniently broken the night before," he said sarcastically. I was beginning to get frustrated. "Well, did you get a description?" Jace handed me a sheet of paper with physical descriptions listed on it.

The police arrested me soon after. Zoey kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. "Ronald inhaled smoke and he's still being treated in the hospital! How could you be this vicious? You were trying to burn him alive! "Just wait. This time, I absolutely won't let you off." The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal.

But it was more than she had managed before. The road curved sharply, and the woods began to thin. Roman slowed the car as the first checkpoint came into view; a tall steel gate manned by two uniformed guards. Beyond that, the concrete walls of the prison rose in cold gray slabs against the mountain sky. I wondered what the people in there had done, if it was something mild, something as worse as Blake’s father, or something far more evil than that. Blake’s hand tensed again in mine. “We’re here,” Roman announced quietly.

I just want this to end. "Blake Dawson, with evidence, you have been found guilty of the attempted murder of Miss Kyrah Bailey and Mr. Scott Stone. You are being sentenced to life imprisonment, with no parole." He drops the grenade. "Oh God!" I hear someone from Blake's side say and suddenly, his grandmother faints and someone in the room screams. Carla is wailing like a toddler and so is Blake. "No! This can't be happening to us. Why? WHY?" Carla yells out loud.

Almost happy. I smiled through my tears. This wasn’t over.Not by a long shot.I would find a way.Even if it took every single day of those forty years. The prison bus smelled like sweat, fear, and cheap disinfectant. I sat handcuffed in the back row, staring at the floor as the vehicle rumbled through the massive gates of Blackthorn Correctional Facility — a mixed male and female maximum-security prison known for its brutality and complete lack of rules once you were inside.

I said. “Okay, let’s do it but it’d be the first and last time I am helping you in something like this. I can’t lie to Mr. Linwood. He trusts me with your safety. Ma’am, you’re going to deal with a bunch of crooks and they are criminals. I can’t compromise with your safety.” He finally agreed to my request and relief washed over my face. “Thanks, Blaze. It means a lot to me.” I said with gratitude. He led us inside the prison after going through the security protocol. My heart was pounding loudly inside my chest. I was about to play with fire. Blaze was stopped outside since only one person was allowed to meet the prisoner.