Prison Bl Novels & Stories

Aiden says, his furious glares are directed on Blake, who stands unphased. "Liam Harris is in the prison and there are very slight chances that he'd ever be released and it's good if he stays inside the jail because this outer world isn't safe for him. You won't trust me but his own gang members wants him dead because he sold some confidential informations about their cartel to Italian mafias breaking the Omerta. He will be dead the moment he step out of the jail and my Boss is trying to pull all his possible strings to arrange a great escape for him from the jail, so he can live his rest of the life in another corner of the world, away from the shit he gotten himself into." Blake makes anot

I didn’t know where we were, but I knew we passed through the desert somewhat, passed through many deserted roads and many valleys and hills. The prison was so far away that any prisoner who tried to escape, either by luck or by strategy, would not be able to make it alive back into the city. It was from this instance, I knew I was dead. Arriving at the prison, “Move it, everybody!” the jailer who sat in the van with us shouted at the top of his voice. He held a bludgeon stick in his hand. It was made of metal such that when he hit it on any erring prisoner, such a prisoner might die.

Another minister said, "Ministers should not give this prisoner an excape route again, If anyone talks he would be regarded as an accomplice !" Alpha Blake growled with a gruff deep tone, He could hear the resentment in their tone and hoe they weren't ready for the truth, It's angered him and makes his fist clenched so hard in ball,

“Mia! You still care about me, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have signed the plea deal.” That’s right. I had convinced Felix to sign it. Blake, who was originally facing the death penalty, now had a life sentence instead. I smiled back. “Blake, after everything you’ve done to me over the years, death would be too easy.” I casually fiddled with the doll in my hand and said, “So, Blake, how’s life in prison? Those gang leaders in there with you? Felix arranged for them to be sent there on my orders!” Blake was stunned. After a moment, he spoke. “I see. But deep down, you still care about me, right?”

After being released from prison on Christmas Eve, I find my wife, Jessica Wright, waiting outside the gates with our daughter, Penny Joyner. The late fall sky stretches overhead in a warm, golden hue, but the look in Jessica's eyes is cold. "How annoying," she says. "They just had to let you out in time for Christmas dinner." Penny covers her nose in disgust. "Mom, Dad smells awful! I still like Uncle Caleb better." I remember how Jessica used Grandma's illness to force me to take the fall for her first love, Caleb Moore. Because of her, I went to prison in his place. It is also Penny's words that finally destroy the last of my hope. She says, "Dad, just go. Uncle Caleb will take goo

"You deliberately plotted against us. You betrayed us. For this, you must be punished." "Yes, Dax," Blaire said. "Whatever punishment you see fit." Dax nodded. He turned to his pack members. "Lock her up," he said. Two came forward and took Blaire by the arms. They dragged her away to an underground cell in the basement. Blaire was locked away in a prison cell. She sat alone in the dark, her heart heavy with sorrow. Her heart ached, which was probably due to nervous jitters or exhaustion, but the place she was being placed almost seemed impossible to be up on and standing.

I dug my nails into my palm to stay awake, then crawled to the door, leaving a trail of blood, and started pounding on it. "Please!" I yelled. "I need a doctor!" Nothing. "Please!" I slammed the door with all my strength. "My baby is coming..." My voice was raw when a guard finally answered, bored. "Save your breath. Ornella's about to pop. You can see a doctor after she's done." "But the baby will die..." "Then that's what you deserve. An eye for an eye." I collapsed, my body freezing cold. So that's what this was. In their eyes, my baby's death was payment for my sins.

Not long after, Linda was sentenced to three years for defamation and breaking and entering. In prison, she ran into some of J. Nova's diehard fans. I'm not sure how they found out Linda was the one who reported him, but she had a brutal time inside. Almost lost an eye. Casey, predictably, didn't speak up for her. But I sent his company an anonymous tip about him leaking my personal information anyway. An employee who can't keep secrets is a ticking time bomb. Casey was let go shortly after. I heard he was carrying his cardboard box out of the building in pouring rain when a car lost control and broke his leg. I never heard from him again.

That would be more than enough to bribe the warden and secure her release. Leaning in closer, Shelia whispered to the crying prisoner, "I'm leaving today. You can give me the ring, and I'll find your family." "Really?" The prisoner's eyes lit up with hope. You really want to help me find them?" Shelia nodded, surprised by how gullible the prisoner was. The prisoner happily handed the ring to her and said, "I only know my dad's surname is Blair, and he lives in Seamar City. I was tricked into prostitution on my first day here. Find my dad and tell him that Kate Pena's daughter is looking for him."

Blaze looked ready to rip the man's head off. I stepped between them. The prisoner raised his hands. "I'm just repeating what he says!" I looked at him. "What else?" His face lost what little color it had left. "He isn't building that army for territory." Silence. Then I asked quietly, "Then what's he building it for?" His eyes moved toward Betty. "For her." Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The prisoner continued. "There's a gathering in three nights. Vance. Lana. Travis. His lieutenants. Everyone important."