Prison Break Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I grit my teeth when the programmed robotic voice asks me whether I'm willing to foot the charges fir the call. I only know one person who is in prison. Bloody Brandon! "Hey Stranger!" I fake excitement. "How's life in prison?" "Great." His voice is cocky. "We have a lot of time to think about a lot of things over here. And I've been thinking about you, Love." "Really?" "Yeah." He says. "We have a lot of unfinished business." ****

“But you will be hurt seeing Fenris and Quinn together. They can see each other often at the office – since Gabriella had made Fenris supervise Quinn. Rumour has it that Quinn and Fenris were in a compromising position in the lobby last week.” “I dare not believe anything that comes out of your mouth!” “My mum may be a she-devil but she always spits the truth. She told me all that transpires between Quinn and Fenris at the office. With the way it’s going, I bet she’d conceive for him.” “Just stop it! I’ve given up on Fenris. I bet he’d ever want me back.” “It will hurt even more when you get out of prison and there is nothing for you to hold onto. The reason you need to side with me.”

Damian Pov I was making breakfast when my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. I opened it while I flipped pancakes on the griddle. The message said "Damian, it's Sophia. I got a new phone in prison. I wanted to reach out because I owe you an apology. I'm sorry for everything. For trying to sabotage your relationship with Bella. For working with Lila. For the smear campaign. You deserved better from me. I let my feelings cloud my judgment and I hurt people. I'm working on myself in here. I hope you and Bella find happiness. You both deserve it."

Yhannie continued over the line. "Uhm... Sure, I guess so." I was reluctant at first, but I know I've got nothing to do today other than mope around and be sad about my recent breakup, so sure, I could use a distraction or something. "Thank you so much, Vincent. Errr, this is a bit embarrassing, but I'm in prison right now, hehehe, sorry, ugh it grosses me out to say that, but yeah I'm in prison right now, and I totally need your help, can you bail me out?"

It was a lonely and burdensome path, but she held onto the hope of a life free from the shackles of Aldo's criminal empire. Each passing hour brought her closer to her breaking point. The charade was taking its toll, and Sarah yearned for the moment when she could finally break free from this labyrinth of deceit. As she prepared to execute her escape plan, she knew that her actions would have far-reaching consequences, not only for her but for the love she once cherished.

"You say you've changed. That you're a different man now. But isn't it true that just three months ago, you broke into a federally protected safe house and attempted to kidnap your daughter?" Brock's face went pale. "That was... that was a misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding? You disabled FBI agents. You broke through security. You tried to take Emma by force. How is that a misunderstanding?" "I was desperate. I thought Bethany was hiding Emma from me. I made a mistake." "You made a mistake." Diana's voice was sharp. "Just like you made a mistake when you faked your death? When you stole your wife's designs? When you left her with fifty million dollars in debt?"

I muttered to myself, basking in the extra light that was coming in from the extra window I had begged for. Just like I did in the quiet moments in the cell, I allowed myself to think of my pack, my friends, and Brad. I held onto their faces, their laughs, and the perfect memories we had made together. It was a bittersweet comfort, it only made me miss him even more. Briefly, I considered hosting a jail break, buy logic quickly caught up to me and I realized that I could not successfully bring out everyone in the prison without raising suspicion, and since I was seen everyday, it would be even harder for me to leave without them knowing.

“The warden you paid. The men you had watching. You thought you broke me.” Mom laughs through the pain. “You’re alive. I didn’t.” “What’s he talking about?” I whisper. Tristan’s jaw ticks. “Ask your mother what happens to inmates with deadly enemies.” “The man is mad, baby—” “LIAR!” Tristan’s seethes. The bolt cutters tease Mom’s fingers. “Tell him what you ordered. Tell him what they did.” Mom’s silence makes my skin crawl. Something happened in that prison. Something that broke the mighty Tristan. Something my mother devised.

“She continued to come to meet me in the prison. She helped me escape and she even gave me a place to hide.” Evan scoffed in denial. “That’s not true.” “Sorry, Evan.” Athena said. I ran my fingers through my hair wanting to pull them off in aggravation. “So let me get this straight. Athena is actually a traitor bitch who is your girlfriend?” “Yes,” Ray answered. “Then why the hell did you make me and Alex break up!?” I screamed. And it was not satisfying to scream at a cute soft toy. “I was in prison because of you Myra, the least I can do is take away all your happiness.” Ray replied in a flat tone.

Locked in the west wing servant quarters like a problem he’s solved by containing. Of course, I think bitterly. Because my life isn’t a massive, flaming pile of shit already, the universe wants me to babysit a criminal wolf pup and pull off a prison break. Splendid. I look at Lyria. She has her hands folded in front of her and her face arranged into careful, unhappy sympathy, the expression of a woman who wanted none of this and is deeply sorry it’s come to this point. I look back at Pierre. “Fine,” I say.