Prison Escape Books Novels & Stories

“It was awe full, as usual, doing business with you Tony. But it’s time for me to go. And, just so you know exactly who has the power here, if you lap dogs leave a mark on me, I won’t supply you anymore. Have a nice evening. But, I hope, you fall, in a ditch.” “Now!” He booms. The men all lunge towards me. Good thing a know this building inside out and back to front. I simply jump out the window. I land on the balcony a level down. My feet tingle on impact. I break the glass and climb through that window. Once I’m back inside, I run through the empty trade floor and sprint down to the underground level. Once there a take my pick of the cars. Tony’s shiny black Audi is sitting unprotected. I

Larry stared at the form on his desk. He was just about to take a closer look when someone rushed into his office at that moment. "Alpha! Something terrible just happened at the Northern Trade Center!" It was his Beta, Brock Tanner. His voice sounded very urgent. "Some Rogues broke into the trade center with silverdust bombs. The patrol guards have already sealed off the perimeter, but there are still pack members inside who didn't manage to evacuate in time." Larry shot to his feet without any time to look at the form, grabbed his coat, and left.

With a reluctant nod, he whispered, "Alright, I would help you escape. But remember, if you fail, you would not escape the consequences." With Brant as our guide, the labyrinthine corridors of the prison unraveled before us. His steps were confident, every turn taken with the precision of someone who had memorized this twisted maze. Keys jingled in his hands, the metallic sound a symphony of hope. Doors creaked open under his careful touch, each one a step closer to liberation. And then, after what felt like an eternity of tense navigation, we emerged from the prison's suffocating embrace into the open expanse of the moonlit night.

I asked, looking interested now. “I don’t know how it happened but he escaped,” he said without stuttering but it felt like I didn’t hear what he said. I blinked and then blinked again, “Come again. What did you say?” I asked. “He escaped. Ryan found a way to escape his prison along with some other prisoners. But don’t worry I have sent some men after him, I’m sure before daybreak they would have found him….” I couldn’t hear anything he was saying again. The only words repeating in my head over and over again were that he escaped. How could he escape a well-secured prison for damn sake?

EMY’S POV I closed the book and leaned over on the table, resting my head on my arm and I stared into the distance. It had been five days now since escaping Jerry's kidnap and yet I entered into another… prison. The walls of the mansion were looking like cells and these guards were there to keep the prisoner-me- from escaping. I sniffed the air and turned my eyes to the door where the three judges handling my case strode in. Alas! I was about to be judged by three hard and thick pulsating members.

We love you. The last page had a single line, underlined: Client countdown: Day 17. 167 remaining. They were counting too. I clutched the legal pad to my chest and felt the isolation crack slightly. I wasn't alone. Not really. Hundreds of miles away, my family was counting down the same days. And at the end of it, we'd all be together again. I picked up The Count of Monte Cristo and started reading. A man imprisoned unjustly. Who spent years in solitary confinement. Who eventually escaped and destroyed everyone who'd wronged him.

Then I grabbed my keys immediately while dialing Leo's number. Leo answered on the third ring. “Wotsup?” “You alone?” I asked while unlocking my car. A pause. “Why?” “Answer the question.” “No.” I got into the driver’s seat quickly. “Put me on speaker.” “What happened?” His tone changed instantly. I started the engine. “There was a breach attempt at the prison tonight.” “What!” “And it was Susan and Miriam that were trying to escape.” “Did they succeed?” He asked. “For now, no.”

Leon "No! No! No! This can't be happening!" I slammed my fist on the table after reading the news article on my phone. There had been a fire outbreak at the Federal Prison for Women and seventeen inmates had escaped. Their names were listed but I could only read one and it made my blood boil. Darlene Edwards! I never thought I'd hear that name in this life again but here it was, staring at me in the face and taunting me. She was free and I didn't like it one bit.

I carefully stated, earning al light shrug from the inmate. “Well, when you have a neighbor who does not know when to shut up and let go about the things that just happens in life, you’ll hear some interesting stories,” he stated, hinting that it truly was Anton who spilled the beans. “Besides, you’ll find that prison is not that much of a boot camp as most people seem to see it as. Sure, there are no games or televisions here, but at least they give out books and newspapers to help us pass time.”

“I’m going to check whether this is true, Javon. If he's really escaped, then I'm in trouble.” “Just give me a moment.” He ran back inside his office and came back out. “Let’s go.” I tried calling back some of the numbers that called me earlier. “How could they let this happen? I mean, how could he escape from under their noses?” “From what Heath tells me, it happened last night and they just discovered this morning while on their rounds. They think he had help.” Of course, he had help. How would he be able to escape a military prison all by himself? That plan alone would take a lot of time and masterminds to accomplish.