Prison Princess Website Novels & Stories

"But Catherine Wei does not believe in prisons. She believes in potential. She recognized that I was wasted in a cell. That I had value. That I could serve the Phoenix." Maya's hands were shaking. "How?" she asked. "Money," Damson's mother said simply. "Wei paid for my release. A corrupt judge. A falsified document. One phone call and I walked free." She stopped in front of Maya. "But that is not why I am here," she continued. "I am here because Catherine Wei wanted me to be the one to tell you the truth. She wanted you to hear it from someone you know." "What truth?" Maya asked.

All forms of courses and materials given to prisoners are a provision to become better people after being released. Today, Meikha was 25 years old, and she has been released from prison several times with Fraud cases. The same case. Meikha was last jailed for a case of defrauding several socialite women who bought fake diamonds from her. After getting a lot of money from selling fake diamonds. She fled to Bali. However, only a few days in Bali. Meikha was successfully arrested and ended up in prison.

Curious, I stopped and asked, “What are you preparing?” The servant turned quickly, startled. “P-Princess Cassandra! It’s a pleasure. I’m preparing food for… for the prisoner.” “A prisoner?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. The maid hesitated. “Yes, but Alpha Alexander ordered that even those imprisoned should be fed.” Before she could leave, I spoke again, my tone sharp. “Not so fast. I know your secret.” She froze in her tracks, eyes wide with shock. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” I said with a sly smile.

Three days of heightened security, of pack members taking shifts outside our temporary quarters in the Alpha's compound, of Liam barely sleeping as he divided his time between interrogating the captives and hovering protectively over his family. Alex paced at the head of the table, his imposing figure casting long shadows in the evening light. Around them sat the pack's inner circle: Liam at my side, the visting Alpha Elena, and Darius, our head of security. He was a warrior promoted to this position and he was very good at his job. "The female prisoner is finally talking," Alex announced. "She mentioned something called the Prisma Institute. Claims it's a research facility under Council con

she said as fell to the ground. What kind of life, as she has been living. “Prissy, I can help you but you have to help catch the culprit, tell who they are,” I said crouching before her in front of iron bars. “I don't know, I swear. I just got a call from them, I couldn't tell if it was a female or a male saying if I do as they said, they won't post those pictures,” she answered, tears welled up. “I only wanted to pay my debt off,” she cried. Prissy was always prideful, she looked small, tried.

"Mr. Williams, the Moretti family never disappeared. Now, I need you to publish every scandal about Marco Ricci within the hour." "What scandals?" "Ponzi scheme, embezzling client funds, fraudulent financial reports," I listed them off. "The proof is already in your inbox. And while you're at it, notify the New York Times and the Post. I want this story on every front page." "Ms. Moretti, this is..." "You know the Moretti name, Mr. Williams," my voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Don't make me give you a history lesson on why it's still respected."

“No, but... it looked that way. You've been gentler with Karen. With Seraphina you've been... harsher.” Harsher. The word lodged like a knife. And God help me—it was true. I had turned a blind eye when Karen's people dangled her off the fortieth floor. I had let them throw her into the dungeon. The dungeon! I stormed out of the conference room and down to the dungeon. The air was thick and damp, and a faint metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils. In a corner, on what could barely be called a bed, lay a white shirt. The same shirt Sera had been wearing when she was dragged down here.

I would make a fool out of myself. Slowly, I lifted my head and saw Alexander looking back at me, worry coating his face and Caspian looked like he wanted to step forward and comfort me. But Kai’s arms were still wrapped around me and I doubted he would let go of me, especially with the announcement. “Wasn’t she in the Red Maple Prison?” Someone from the crowd called and both princes looked up to glare. “Ah, so she’s a whore and a criminal, wonder how many people she was with in prison?”

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.