Prison Break Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

Until the promise hardened into something solid. A mission. The officer on night duty was someone I recognized. Years ago, before everything went wrong, we’d worked together. Drinks after shifts making Silly Jokes. I waited for the right moment. When he passed my cell, I spoke casually, like I had nothing left to lose. “You still hate black coffee?” I asked. He paused. Recognition flickered in his eyes. That was all I needed. Conversation came easy after that. Old stories. Laughter that sounded wrong in this place. I told him I’d changed. That prison had broken me. That I just wanted a chance to breathe outside these walls again.

“Let me out of here! Let me out! You fucking bastards! Do you hear me?!" I screamed in anger as my hand pushed the cell door aggressively. I have never been so furious in my entire life. I should have been out of here by now. But I was still in this filthy place. I shook the door even harder, the sound vibrating through the dungeon. I was going crazy. That stupid witch tricked me. She told me it was going to work. She told me Xander would forget her but yet I'm the one who's in prison why that bitch is out there all over the man that should be mine!

“I see. But deep down, you still care about me, right?” When I didn’t respond, he continued, “Mia, I’m sorry. I just loved you too much. If I had another chance, I’d treat you right. Can you forgive me?” His voice cracked as he spoke, tears welling up in his eyes. I remained silent, feeling nothing but calm. After a while, Felix carried me out of the room. Later, I heard that Blake lost his mind in prison and was sent to a psychiatric hospital. But he managed to escape and went back to the school I used to attend. The school had been abandoned and was under reconstruction.

But whatever it was, he buried it deep. --- By the third day, I was ready to lose my mind. My wrists were raw from the restraints, my stomach growling from the barely edible scraps they called food. I knew Dylan intentionally wouldn't let me set foot outside this stupid prison because he knows I would have found my way out of this shithole the second he did. This place is slowly driving me mad and I hate the fact that I can't do much but hope to God that someone found my signal through the tracking device in my earnings. Now normally I would have preferred Victor but right now, anyone would do.

Someone you've been thinking about all through, wondering why he abandoned you while you needed him most, not knowing that he is lying in a hospital bed somewhere fighting for his dear life! Prison is the worst place someone can be locked up. First, you don't get all the luxuries and the food served is substandard and sometimes I had to sleep hungry. Many are the nights I prayed and begged God for his mercy, promising to make His name to be known by everyone when I come out alive. Now here I am, in my sweet heart's arms, as free as a kite! It took me a while convincing Jeff to accept to host Sandra. At first, he was adamant and he promised to kick her ass if she dares cross him. However, he

Austen's POV The emptiness left by the broken bond made it hard to breathe. I scrambled up from the floor with only one thought in my head: find her. Find her, no matter the cost. "Get the flyer ready!" I roared into my communicator. "Contact all border patrols! Lock down every exit!" "Austen, you need to calm down..." Seraphina tried to grab my arm. "Calm down?" I shook her hand off, my voice a low growl. "My mate is gone! She wasn't throwing a tantrum. She was escaping."

" Drevan's last shred of hope was shattered. He'd thought his actions were safe and that only weapons could hurt me. But he never realized his desire and the supposed noble suffering he went through was like the sharpest knives aimed at me. He broke down completely, clutching his head with both hands and slamming it against the ground like a madman. "Kill me… Kyra, please kill me! I'm a bastard, and I don't deserve to live…" "You want to die? Not a chance." I looked down at the wreck he'd become. "I suffered for three years, but you've only suffered for two. There's still one more year to go." I tossed the pocket watch back into his palm. "One more year and you'll have paid your three-year

VESNA’S POV And that’s how I told them the fictional story of my life. I’m sure that’s how they wanted to hear it. But I enjoyed watching Amaya too much that I may have overdone it with my backstory. I am not blind. My skin was just burned but I did make people believe I was so they’d serve me and the other thugs won’t keep bothering me anymore. So people would feel pity for me. That’s all I need and maybe I’ll be able to get out of here sooner. I wanted to look at Max but he’s observant as heck and I’m sure he’d notice if I ever try to take a glance. As I finally finished talking, I looked at everyone and I saw the weird guy they brought on his laptop. He was smirking looking into the scre

So much. I finally open my mindlink and the first person to reach out is ace. 'Alpha, Gwen and other prisoners broke out from the cells' How is that possible? Unless someone broke them out. Who? 'On my way'