Prison Princess Website Novels & Stories

My voice shook hard not at all. He leaned back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Depends who's asking, Princess." I placed the file in the middle of the table between us like a hot potato. "I need information. Clean, fast, without a trace. And I don't want any of the people in this stinking dump to know." His eyebrow furrowed, his lips twisting into a slow grin. "Now this should be interesting." I suppressed my revulsion, looking past the cigarettes, the mess, the general grossness of this dump.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

I took the letter in my hands and continued reading. "I met people who lived with the princess in the temples when she was still doing charity work, and they told me about unusual situations, to say the least. The princess was constantly humiliated by everyone and forced into menial labor. I also met a doctor who runs a hospital in the favelas, he has great skills and told me about his very capable apprentice called Camellia." I recalled the day the princess proposed marriage to me, she was coming from the favelas at the time. "The doctor told me that the poor young woman was constantly mistreated by her relatives, as she always turned up with a new injury every time she went to the hospital

Fives years later… "It's a happy fourth of July to everyone including some of the inmates across the state as president Obama has just pardoned two thousand inmates. One of those pardoned is the famous comare also known as Christina walker who was serving her life sentence in Julia tutwiler prison for women, she was charged with human trafficking for over two thousand plus men who are still missing up to this day, and now she is walking out of the prison to continue living her blissful life. This is Christal wood reporting for CNN news have a safe weekend." a cheerful woman dressed in a white fur coat spoke up with her teeth clattering to the freezing temperatures.

The second woman said. Impossible, Manda. Tell me it is not true, what about the princes and princesses. Dandara said as she gasped at the shocking news. Sometimes, I wonder, if you knocked your head on a stone. Well I knew that the princess, and possibly heir apparent Era, was taken prisoner by the leader behind the coup, himself, I suppose, she is rotting away in the dungeons, by now. But for the two twin princesses, Arianna, and Annabelle, I have no clue where they might be. Even their brother. Manda whispered as two of the warriors, walked towards them.

Cristelle shouted again. Cristelle glared to the civilian that she captives. They were scared as Cristell glared at them. " YOU!! ALL OF YOU!! DID YOU KNOW THAT YOUR SO-CALLED PRINCESS IS NOW DEAD? DID YOU THOUGHT THAT SHE IS THE ONE WHO CAN SAVE YOU ALL, HUH?? NOOOO!! YOU WILL BE MY CAPTIVES FOREVER!! SO NOW, WHILE I'M STILL CALM AND WHILE I STILL CAN CONTROL MY TEMPER, TELL ME WHERE IS YOUR DUMB, WORTHLESS, AND WEAK PRINCESS!!! "

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.

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

The chains around my wrists clink against the floor as my back scrapes against the ragged stone. No one was coming to save me, no one knew where I was. Four months ago I was a princess… no, I am a princess, that will never change. Although I don’t feel like one. Chained to the rough rock. The dirt and grime clinging to my skin. I think back to when my life was normal; my father eating breakfast like he does every morning before heading to do his duties.