Prison Break Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I was going to throw myself at his feet, beg for his forgiveness, and hold my son until my arms ached. Then, my dashboard console began flashing frantically. Seventeen missed calls. All from Ricci. A cold knot of dread coiled tightly in my stomach. I pressed the Bluetooth button, connecting the call. "Ricci? What's wrong?" "Donna—I mean, Mrs. Moretti," Ricci’s voice came through the speakers, cracking with a pure, unmitigated panic I had never heard from him before. "There's been a catastrophic incident. A massive prison break at the federal maximum-security facility upstate."

One-Hundred Four: Caged Bear Ian I have no idea how long I have been in this cell. I am still chained to the floor; try as I might, I can’t break them. I figured that Chris probably did something to make them unbreakable. I can’t believe I fell for that. I have to admit she looks so damn identical to Leah. I can’t believe I lost my focus like that. That is not like me. I feel like a complete idiot. I guess I should be happy that they haven’t beaten or tortured me. I still haven’t been visited by Mykenzie and Kylani. I bet they have no idea I am here.

The phone crackled with the sound of his sharp inhale. “Don’t play with me,” he said roughly. “Not about this. Not when I’ve spent nine years trying not to think about what you’d feel like. Taste like. What sounds you’d make if I could touch you the way I’ve dreamed about.” Heat flooded through me at his words. “Then stop dreaming. I can get us an hour. Private cell. No cameras.” “That’s impossible—” “I have favors owed. The warden needs my signature on his promotion evaluation. I can get this, Cain.” I pressed closer to the glass. “Let me give you this. Let me give us this. One hour before they take you away from me forever.”

Her happy countenance suddenly grew sad and I sat back and smiled at her , taking the water on the table to drink. “Continue sweetheart, I'm right here.” I told her and she smiled and continued her lessons. “I need explanations right now, how the fuck did that happen? Weren't the door locked, I need to know how a dungeon of over 100 rogues suddenly escaped without any trace!” I growled through the mindlink and felt restless. That's so impossible for that to happen, it's like something came from nowhere and opened the door for them which is going to fucking kill me, I was already killing the men. The female prisoners were supposed to be next week but now they're gone?

“I’ve seen many kinds of people in this world. But I’ve never seen anyone so brazenly cry ‘thief’ while they themselves are the thief. “Not only are you shamelessly denying your crimes, but you’re also pinning the crime on somebody else. Why don’t you just drop dead?!” My heart sank. Before I ended up in the detention center, I suspected Gilbert and Selene would try to frame me and would not give up. I did not expect the worst-case scenario to come to pass.

I couldn’t go to jail. Just watching TV shows like Prison Break made me fucking paranoid. The way T-Bag held out his pocket for people to become his slaves, and raped men in prison. The way everybody rolled around with shanks, and you had to pick sides, rather than just bide your time and mind your own business.

"Being able to just walk outside. To party. To lie here in this tub. I keep expecting someone to tell me it's time for count or lights out." "You'll adjust." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "I'll help you. We'll take it slow. One day at a time." "Prison wasn't all that bad, but what if it changed me in a way I haven't realized yet?" "Prison didn't break you, Fiera. You're still fierce. Still mine. Still the woman who dumped me and called me an asshole." A laugh bubbled up. "That feels like a lifetime ago." "It was a lifetime ago. We were different people, but we found each other anyway, and we'll figure out this next part together too."

“You look… good. Wow, you even have a daughter now. That's so sweet.” “What are you doing here?” He asked in a croaky voice, “Sh-shouldn’t y-you be in prison?” “Well, what can I say? I set it on fire, and then I broke out.” Lucas's eyes widened more, “Y-you… what?” Connor’s sinister smile widened. “I said I set the prison on fire… and then I broke out.”

Eventually, I couldn't keep myself awake, and darkness overcame me. It's now been a full week since I've been down here in the dungeon and today is my birthday. My scars are healing up slowly thankfully. My mom has not come back. My brother comes back now and then to hit/kick/slap/burn or whatever he needs to do to let off his pent-up anger. The guy in the cell next to me has been nice. He listens to me when I do talk, but even then, I don't have much to say. Instead, he allowed me to listen to him. Turns out his name is Mark, and he was captured and jailed for hiding money from the alpha to keep the money to feed his family. He told me how the alpha would bring his fated mate to the dungeon

“The years you fed her loyalty while starving me? They don’t vanish because of this.” I took a step forward, my eyes locked on his. “For four years, I was an ornament in your den. A warm body when you craved one, invisible the rest of the time. And when I finally broke free? You didn’t even scent my absence.” He tried to speak, but I cut across him. “You don’t get to talk. Not after I begged you—without words—for one sign you saw me. Not after the hospital…” My throat tightened, but I forced it steady. “You were with her, Gavin. While I sat alone, waiting to learn if I carried your pup.”