Prison Break Novels & Stories

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.

"She was smiling, Dante. She wasn't a broken slave. She was a sleeper agent. I need to know what is happening in Colorado." The terminal screen flickered violently before stabilizing into a grainy, high-definition feed from the supermax facility. The time stamp indicated it was a live feed, piggybacking on the prison's own internal security network. Elara’s breath hitched in her throat, her hands freezing over the keys as the image resolved itself.

Claire reacted, “but the director confirmed that he was nowhere near the prison.” “Well, it’s like you said,” chimed in Katie, “the sample you gave was indeed debris from plastic surgery and not the person’s actual skin.” “Then that means that whoever broke into the prison was wearing Werner’s face.” The Captain moved away from the others before fishing out her phone. “Cap?” came Brian’s voice through her phone. “Check if you can find the Head of the city’s penitentiary perp transport.” “What?" “Just do it.”

The Prison Break The convoy rolled through the gates, armored vehicles flanking a heavily reinforced transport truck. Leena whispered, “Three… two… one…” BOOM. The lead truck exploded, sending flames and debris into the air. A black helicopter roared overhead, masked operatives repelling down in seconds. Ayesha’s heart pounded. They were fast. Too fast. “Move,” she ordered, leaping out of the van. Gunfire erupted as the attack team took down the prison guards with military precision. Ravi muttered, “These guys aren’t mercenaries.” Ayesha agreed.

I smile, "But first, I think we should have a deal between us. I help you getting your brother out from jail, you help me finding my father." "I already told you that I would help you." "Fine. Deal?" I extend my hand. "Deal, deal, deal," he impatiently shakes my hand. "Now tell me what is the way?" "You ever seen the series Prison Break?" ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ I adjust my wig and take a deep breath. I knock at the door as politely as possible. "Come in," a male voices says loudly.

When the police came asking questions, they would find nothing but technical difficulties and dead ends. "Thank you," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You may have just saved my life." --- The holding cell at the downtown police station was a far cry from the luxury Greg Richards had grown accustomed to. The narrow cot, the stainless steel toilet, the constant noise from other prisoners—it was a deliberate humiliation designed to break men like him. But Greg wasn't broken yet. When the guard announced he had a visitor, Greg assumed it would be his lawyer. Instead, Mandy appeared on the other side of the reinforced glass, her face composed but her eyes bright with an emotion

I interrupted them. Noel blinked at me and then cleared his throat awkwardly after realization hit him. "Uh, right. So, about prosecutor Elisa. I think we would get better clues of who the killer is if I join in on the investigation. It'll enable me to get access to Damon Michelle's murder scene. I've already decided to help her since I'll be discharged from the hospital within a few days. She'll be coming tonight to interrogate me about my assault so I am planning to tell her about it then. And...."

That she's still awake, still thinking about me the way I can't stop thinking about her. It's not Jules. It's a notification from Instagram—someone tagged me in a video. I shouldn't watch it. Know I shouldn't. I press play anyway. The video is shaky, shot from someone's dorm window. But the audio is crystal clear. "COWARD! You're a coward, Adrian Cross!" Jules' voice, ragged with pain and rage. The video has 347 views already. Comments are rolling in. Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed

I pressed on. "All these years, Solaris Group has paid you no less than tens of millions in salary, and this is how you repay us. Or have you been disloyal all along, never even caring to remain with Solaris Group?" Franklin's legs gave out, and with a heavy thud, he fell to his knees before me, landing hard. He slapped himself twice, viciously. "I was blind. I didn't even recognize Ms. Whitfield."