Prison Escape Books Novels & Stories

That little girl definitely packed a wallop. Without another word, the guard bolted out of the door and down the hallway in the direction Byron had indicated, which, of course, was the opposite one Janice had taken. He didn't even ask if I was alright. Byron thought, wondering what sort of training they were giving at this prison. If it was this easy for Janice to escape, what did that say about the other inmates, those who were actually a danger to society? The fact that their plan, as simple as it was, seemed to be working didn't exactly fill him full of happy, safe thoughts.

He propped his head on an extra pillow to see over his mate's shoulder. "This is one of my favorites," Clary said as she lay her head on Damon arm and summoned the bag of chips from the nightstand. "It's 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" Clary said, barely pausing for breath. "What?" she asked when Damon groaned behind her.

The news hit the Bright residence like a thunderclap in the middle of a clear night. Cecilia stood frozen in the living room, her tablet screen glowing with the breaking headline that had just shattered their fragile peace: HIGH-PROFILE PRISONER ISABEL CHEN-BLACKWOOD ESCAPES METROPOLITAN FACILITY. WARDEN SUSPECTED ACCOMPLICE. MANHUNT UNDERWAY. Her hands trembled so violently she nearly dropped the device. The room, moments ago filled with the soft sounds of Hope’s laughter as Ethan read her a bedtime story, now felt suffocatingly silent.

He stretched out his hand and handed Harry the newspaper. “Thank you, Mr Reginald.” Mr Reginald gave a slight bow and walked out of the hall. Harry opened the front page. “BREAKING: Prison Cell Set Ablaze — Several Inmates Escape Amid Chaos.” “Well, well.” He muttered to himself. “What?” Ana asked. “A prison cell was set on fire, and some inmates escaped.” Harry answered, “The police are currently on the hunt.” Ana rolled her eyes. “None of my business.” “It should be.”

The second cell, the third, and all the way up to the sixth cell he was not happy. Prince Aldridge felt frustrated but held his frustration and composed himself. They reached the seventh cell where a prisoner was sitting on the floor in the middle of the cell with his legs crossed. His arms were bound behind his back and had an iron collar around his neck with five chains chained to it which were attached to the wall.

“Child, if only it was that simple. I can’t.” I looked at him confused, hoping he would say more. He sighed but before he could explain more a shrill scream filled the air. “The prisoners have escaped!” Aaron looked terrified as a flood of fast approaching feet sounded out, I looked back towards the caves I was being held to see Peter staggering out. I was as shocked as Aaron that he had managed to get out of the cage, his eyes blood-red as a rage had overtaken him. “You want me you feral mutts?”

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

I am selfishly hoping I am not the only one that was kept alive. I found a half crushed gas station a few blocks down and slipped inside. The shelves were empty, but I found a few bottles of water hidden behind the counter, and, thank God, a pack of beef jerky that hadn't turned green so I stuffed it into my bag and tried not to think about how my hands were shaking. Something caught my eye near the floor, a photo, a family of a mom, dad, two little girls that were smiling and alive. I slid it into my pocket I don't know why maybe I just didn't want to leave it there.

“He won’t like it if he found out you’re trying to escape. So, please, stay put and wait for him to come back.” “I’m tired of hearing those excuses! I don’t even know why I just woke up locked in a room, and everybody’s telling me not to leave, and that Alpha told me I’m his property and this is his territory and---” “Because that’s the truth, Miss.” She wanted to grab a handful of her hair! She was losing her mind. “Please, just let me go. You can’t get anything from me. I’m just a homeless lady, seeking freedom. I don’t want to be a slave of your pack. I don’t have any skills anyway. I’m useless.”

"Jade, Dad couldn't protect you in the past. But now that Dad is back, it's impossible for those disreputable things to bully you anymore." He suddenly stood up and said, "Victoria and her daughter, I will take care of you. As for Nathan, I will take everything away from him, and then you can take revenge however you want." Thea, “..." "Oh." Prison. The prisoners received education in the library. For these highly intelligent criminals, most of the books they read were literature books that cleanse the soul or economics books related to their interests. Only No. 13, he sat gracefully in a wheelchair, with a psychology book resting on his lap.