Prison Break Novels & Stories

Fabian sat alone in the dark living room long after midnight, loosened tie hanging around his neck, untouched whiskey resting beside him. His phone buzzed continuously on the table. Maxine. Again. Again. Again. Fabian finally silenced the phone completely. For years, he had convinced himself Maxine was the woman he could never forget. But now? Now every call from her only reminded him of what he had destroyed. ⸻ The next morning, Claire woke up peacefully for the first time in days. No anxiety twisting inside her chest. No fear of disappointment waiting around the corner. Just silence. Soft, gentle silence.

He pointed at the TV screen. It's the footage of his father's rescue and on the top right is the footage of Damien's arrest. "Wow! Brennan has the perfect operation," Heath said while his eyes focused on TV. "It's world news. People will know that Damien Hansen is a devil," I commented. "True sweetheart, he will have his life imprisonment," he replied.

"Yeah, right. You? A jailbreak mastermind? Get the hell outta here." Kyle shrugged, swirling his drink. "Believe what you want. But if Ethan’s serious about this… I can help." I leaned forward, my heart pounding. "You’re kidding, right?" He gave me a slow, smug smile. "Nope." Darren whistled again. "Okay, now I’m interested. You seriously pulled off a prison break?" Kyle smirked. "It wasn’t easy. And it sure as hell wasn’t free." I swallowed hard. "What do you mean?"

A barely-touched mug of tea sits on the corner of the desk, thin fingers of steam curling up past the cup’s brim. “Hello, Father,” I say. He pushes his glasses up his nose with one finger. “Tell me what happened, Spencer,” he commands. I purse my lips, running through all the information I know. “It was a simultaneous break,” I tell him. “Clearly coordinated–there was communication between the prisoners. From what it’s looking like, every prisoner’s cell was unlocked in secret, one by one, without any of the guards noticing. Once all the locks had been unlatched, the prisoners all emerged from their cells at once, scattering in every direction.”

See and try if they can help Anthony crack the code or break into the protecting firewall of this file. While Leandro Michaelson's IT team was busy trying to hack into a file. Jack was also busy finding a way on how to get in touch with his little sister, Brianna. He was also tracking Charles Anderson's phone call logs to trace where the family of the mercenary team was being held as hostages to do this task Charles Anderson wants his team to execute. Jack was multi-tasking, he also has another screen where he is trying to dig deeper into what happened to Brianna's parents way more than a decade ago.

"Are you sure you don't have any more information you'd like to share, Mr. Brown? This is your last chance. Otherwise, you'll have to face the consequences of what you did. You could stay in prison for the rest of your life." "So life imprisonment is the worst the Diamond Pack do to its criminals." Jack whispered by her side. "Mr. Brown, do you know where Arden and his allies are?" the judge asked, as a last attempt to get something useful out of him. "I wouldn't say even if I did. The man is a beast. You wouldn't go after him, even if your life depended on it." The troublemakers started to scream and push people forward, so they could get closer to the stage.

“You’ve been passed out for quite some time. Don’t worry though. We checked on you a couple times.” My mind reeled. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You took me out of prison?” “We busted you out,” the other man said, emphasizing the word ‘busted.’ “Ain’t you never heard of a prison break before?” This wasn’t happening. I should be back at the prison. Breaking out of prison was a federal offense. This would lengthen my sentence for god only knew how long. “Why would you do that?” I asked. “Some thanks, huh,” the first man said, elbowing the other man in the ribs. “You don’t look too excited. I mean come on, man. You’re free.”

I was still going to make my mate pay for making me get an erection in front of her father, but at least nobody could see it. It was also fortunate that Brianna had already reached her peak because it allowed me to focus on what was going on around me. Her father played me a recording of Brianna and her beta breaking into the prison and coming back out a few minutes later with all of the prisoners. He then closed his phone and sat back in his seat with a self satisfied grin on his face. “I fail to see how this proves anything like what you suggested.” I told him, shrugging my shoulders to show my indifference.

I said before he arched his brows. "He's not dead. Is he? You told me he was in prison for that arson stuff" He said. "Yes, actually-" I paused. "Can you like, hack into the Minnesota prison records?" I asked as he looked at me. "What? That i-" "Can you? I just want to know if you can or not" I asked, interrupted as he stared, convinced I was dead serious. He stuttered before he nodded. "I have to create a similarly looking url from which I could input my program to break through the security of t-"

"That's a serious accusation. Prisons don't just cover up escapes." "They do if they're bribed. If Jessica has enough money and connections to fake a lawyer's credentials, she has enough to bribe prison officials." Agent Park was quiet for a moment. "Let me make some calls. Check this properly. If Brock escaped, we need to know immediately." She called back thirty minutes later. Her voice was tight. Furious. "You were right. Brock escaped three days ago during a transport between facilities. The prison has been trying to recapture him quietly. They bribed officials to delay reporting it. Avoid the scandal of losing a high-profile inmate."