Prison Break Novels & Stories

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?"

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 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."

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

Charles I have been in coma for three months, why didn't these damn policemen allow me to die peacefully, who the fuck asked them to have my ass, and now that I woke up the first thing they did is to push me into the prison, they already sentence me to thirty years imprisonment even when I was in coma, why didn't they allow me to just die in peace, it's not surprising that non of my family members even asked of me, I have always promised myself that I rather die than step my feet into the prison wall but now that I already found myself in prison, they should get ready because I promise myself to get out of here within two months all thanks to Hennesy that thought me about the drug she took,

He propped his head on an extra pillow to see over his mate's shoulder. "This is one of my favourites," Allen said as he lay his head on Sebestian arm and summoned the bag of chips from the nightstand. "Its called The Shawshank Redemption. That guy Andy got sent to prison for murdering his wife but he was innocent, he spent thirty years in jail for a crime he didn't commit and escaped using a tiny hammer he had spent the last thirty years scraping a hole in the wall with. He meets up with Morgan Freeman when he gets out of jail" Allen said, barely pausing for breath. "What?" he asked when Sebestian groaned behind him.