Prison Break Novels & Stories

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.

Not to mention my apartment was almost like living in a bin. I shook my head, doing my best to push my doubts and insecurities to the back of my mind. I made my way inside my apartment, and he followed suit, not saying a word. I was welcomed by Sophia, still sitting on the couch, and she was still watching Prison Break. She’d probably gotten through about three episodes since I’d been away. “You’re still awake? I thought I told you not to stay up too long,” I commented, smiling. “You know I can’t keep my promises.” Sophia giggled, turning around to face me. “I was enjoying the show too much. I only have two seasons left.”

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."

An unfamiliar male voice suddenly appeared on the other side of the line, shattering Archer's hope and catapulting him back to reality. "Who are you? Where's Selene?" Archer suddenly had a bad feeling about this. "Who's Selene? I'd just bought this number a while ago. Were you looking for the previous owner of this number?" Archer couldn't remember how he'd managed to hang up, but he just fell to his knees with his phone in a death grip and stayed on the ground like a statue. He didn't care about the nonstop calls and let the media go into a frenzy while his company went up in smoke. He wasn't in the mood to answer any of those calls.

In the end, he resigned in frustration after a heated confrontation. When I heard these things, I didn't feel a thing. Those memories had long been buried. One evening, as I stepped out of the studio and headed toward the parking lot to get my car, someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind. A sharp, chemical smell filled my nose, and I blacked out instantly. When I woke up, I was in Gabriel's villa, seated on the Edoria leather couch where we'd once shared countless intimate moments. Opposite me sat Gabriel's parents, Dillon Johnson and Miranda Ayala.