Prison Bl Novels & Stories

“You were very stupid to face me alone, Blair.” “What do you mean by that?” Like she didn’t know. “You should have died in that car crash,” Peter said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “It would have been so much cleaner.” “But I didn’t. And now you’re going to prison for the rest of your life.”

Initially, her mind had harbored zero expectations for the Gillian bloodline, but the current parameters indicated it was highly necessary for her boots to navigate toward the Barnes maximum-security prison. Deep within the subterranean blocks of the Barnes Prison, a minimal number of inmates occupied the open-air training arena. The prison guards each gripped heavy iron batons pulsing with electrical energy, the rhythmic, thunderous thud of their leather combat boots vibrating heavily against the stone flags. The prisoners were all stripped of their rank, forced into uniform orange canvas pelts. They would occasionally angle their eyes toward the blinding sky, but the severe, lethal glares

Thorin’s voice echoed in my head, trying to calm me down. “If Seraphine’s hiding something, and he’s involved, I’m going to get the answers.” As I pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the courtroom, the sight before me only fueled my fury. Blake, the prisoner, was slumped in a chair in the center of the room, his face bloodied and bruised from the guards’ earlier “questioning.” His hands were chained to the armrests, his head hanging low. Despite his beaten state, there was a defiance in his posture that made my wolf snarl.

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

another added. “Boo!” a third simply exclaimed. I grinned at their antics and shook my head. “Don’t worry about it,” I said. I turned to Sydney. “I wish you nothing but the best, Sydney.” Sydney waved me off as the door to the prison yard opened. “C’mon, Blanchard, it’s time to go,” the guard, Tom, called. I gave the other inmates one last wave before I followed the guard out of the prison. * * *

"Okay, Stephen. I think you have an explanation for this? " Gavin crossed his arms, stood facing him while waiting for an answer from him. Half-disbelieving to see what was in front of his eyes at this time, Stephen looked at the Pedrosa clan prison building which was in chaos due to the prisoners who managed to get out of their cells, beating the prison guards and security guards who were helpless facing angry prisoners who went on a rampage taking out their frustration at being treated like societal trash.

Medical malpractice aside, intentional assault was undeniable. With no other choice, Tawnie and Matthew had to follow the police to the station. I was taken to another hospital for an injury assessment. My injuries were proven to be more severe than they appeared. Four broken ribs and a fractured left leg. All were caused by heavy blunt force, which meant that most of them were inflicted by my wife, Tawnie Lowe, using a baseball bat. Even the officer escorting me to the examination couldn’t help but sigh at the results. After receiving basic treatment, I went with the police to the station.

When the door finally creaked open, a wave of decay and blood hit them in the face. Ragnar froze in place. The Alpha, who had been shouting about exposing my 'tricks', now stood with a pale face. He was nearly unable to keep his balance. The warden held up a torch and shook his head. “I’ve been running this prison for years. I’ve never seen a werewolf corpse rot like this. Who knows how long she's been locked up in here? “This cell should never have been in use! It shouldn’t have started leaking poisonous gas either. If I had known someone was in here, I would’ve arranged patrols and meals. At the very least, I would've made sure she didn’t rot to death without anyone knowing.”

Geneticists working for Dr. Sawyer were dispatched to maximum-security prisons nationwide. The Colonel’s connections at the Department of Justice got ADX Florence in Colorado added to their list. The Supermax prison held the most violent offenders who were expelled from other prisons. San Quentin, Cooks County, and Pelican Bay were also on the list. Now, over five hundred prisoners have offered to be part of the study.

“She’s already been punished…” “What you went through—in prison, at home…” “I made her suffer double…” I shoved him away. Every word he said made me sick. Ethan rushed over, sensing things slipping out of control. He pulled Carter back. Carter was still shouting— “I’ll come back!” “I won’t let you leave me!” I didn’t respond. That same day— I handed over all the evidence I had collected to the police. Before Carter could even come looking for me again— he was already taken away.