Prison Break Novels & Stories

Safeenah called him and he answered moving closer to her "The phone please" she said stretching out her hand to him. He placed Maryam's phone on her hand. After collecting the phone from him,she swipe the screen and it unlock automatically,it wasn't hard for her because Maryam never set any pass code in her phone. Safeenah entered her call history and she smirk as she saw what Maryam saved her husband's number with 'My Hero' "My Hero" she couldn't help but to say it out loud "well let see if he's truly a hero,let see if he can save you from us" she said as she dial his number

I sit back and relax as Mr. Hardin makes his way to my house. He takes the road that runs through the downtown area instead of Lake Road. I can’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. Perhaps he wanted to steer clear of the place where I almost died. Death by a motorcycle crash. I caught a glimpse of the coffee shop I applied to yesterday and began checking my phone for missed calls. It was dead. “Do you need to charge your phone?” This was the first thing he asked me since I jumped in the car.

Jason said and ended the call. He called Peter back and waited for the call to connect. "Sir, James had broken out of prison," Peter informed him. "I know," Jason replied.

Amelia looks at him in surprise, “Jazz?” “You know how I told you I broke out of that venator prison?” He asks. Amelia nods in response and I feel my stomach twist into a knot. He did not just say venator prison. Please don’t fucking tell me I’m in a room with a wolf my family locked in a cell. Give me a fucking break! “Well, I didn’t break out, so much as I was BROKEN out,” he admits.

In those four years in prison and these past months serving Amelia— how much had she suffered? My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone and dialed Mia’s number. The speaker answered with a cold, mechanical voice— “The number you have dialed does not exist.” My strength drained away. I collapsed to the floor. …Did Mia abandon me?

I called the police. "Hi, I need to report a break-in. The address is The Walnut Heights, 612 Walnut Street, Apartment 14B. Someone is in my home. I can see her through my security cameras—she's stealing from me and damaging my personal belongings. Yes, I have video evidence. Please send officers as soon as possible." Then I called Linda. The phone rang for a long time before she picked up. "Hello? Jessica?" Her voice was lazy, slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

"My mother left my father years ago emotionally. This will just make it official. And Anthony deserves to be free of him. This is the only way." I look at Richard. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes. Christopher made this war. We're just ending it." "Okay. Then let's do it." Over the next week, we work with federal investigators, handing over all of Victoria's evidence. The investigation is confidential but word starts to leak that something big is coming. Christopher's lawyer reaches out, trying to make a deal. Richard refuses. "No deals. He wanted to destroy me, destroy us. Now he lives with the consequences."

A soft note filled the room. "He used to play this every Sunday." Tayla smiled faintly. "Noah would dance around the living room." For the first time that evening... Both of them smiled at the same memory. Then the smile faded. Because memories only reminded them of what they'd lost. Stonegate Federal Prison Damian sat alone inside the prison chapel. It was the only place where the noise stopped. Where the anger became quiet. Footsteps echoed behind him. Michael Bennett entered carrying another folder. "I found something."

The investigation results were jaw-dropping. Beyond tax evasion, there were layers of shady deals and illegal activities. Jay, as the CEO, could not run away and was arrested on the spot. His once-arrogant face was pale and panicked on the evening news. My divorce case became a breeze too. The court granted our divorce. Even the assets were split generously in my favor. The day I received my divorce certificate, the weather was perfect. Clear skies. Bright sun. The air smelled like freedom. Jay tried to contact me from behind bars. He wanted one last meeting, but I refused without hesitation.

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.