Prisoner B-3087 Novels & Stories

Leka pov, Lying on the floor I could not stand the cold so I sat up on the floor and leaned against the wall and stared the cell steel door.. My new name is prisoner no.103.. I got this name for the sins I did.. Now I spending my days in jail as the punishment for the sins I committed against my friend rosie.. I don’t deserve to call her as my friend.. How could I be her friend who I tried to kill her when she was pregnant ??.. May be nowadays God punishing the sinner immediately that is why I was punished instantly for the sin I committed.. My thoughts are interrupted by jailor voice,

Soren Halvorsen was a guided missile launched from his past, armed with old grief, and Ian was the homing beacon. He was about to type a response, to set a new, final plan in motion, when a soft ping came from a secondary monitor….a priority news alert he kept running for certain keywords. The headline flashed in stark, bold letters: BREAKING: HIGH-RISK INMATE ESCAPES BSI. RYAN VOGT, CONVICTED KILLER, AT LARGE. CONSIDERED ARMED & EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. For the first time in years, genuine, ice-cold fear gripped Zhedya’s heart. It wasn’t for himself. It was a primal, electric terror that shot straight to his core.

I ignored them all until one name flashed at the top of my inbox. From: Prison Watch Program Subject: Re: Inquiry on Inmate Kenai Lucas – Confirmation Attached. My stomach lurched. I opened the email with trembling fingers. The message was short. “As per your request, attached is the most recent visual verification of Inmate #57839. Confirmed in custody. Timestamp: Today, 08:12 AM.” I clicked on the attachment. And there he was. Kenai. Standing in line, a tray in his hand, waiting for breakfast.

Beth read several items that she had to check, there is a column for the number of items on the computer that is already filled with numbers, and a column for the number of physical items that are empty, beside which there is a statement to fill in the expiration date. Beth is about to go up to the third floor when Saher arrived. The boss came with an angry face, he called Jun and Beth and asked them to sit down first. “There is something I want to discuss…” "What?" Jun finally sat back down, his face curious to see the boss who seemed to have a lot of thoughts. “Mark… I really wonder about Mark… the butcher… why do I often get reports that he is often in and out of prison… visiting his frie

"It's all about perspective, isn't it?" Peterson's response was an annoyed scowl. But now that Austin knew he was almost home free, he didn't flinch from the man's gaze, only shifting his attention when Gordon suddenly cleared his throat and asked, "Which prisoner were you visiting that day, Mr Hawthorne?" "What makes you think it was a prisoner?" Gordon and Peterson shared another look before the former spoke, "Because exactly a week after your visit at Leeuwkop, Noah Boshoff reached out to his old gang, and what do you know, a few days later, his brother was gutted like fish outside his mother's house."

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.

The next morning the prison called with the news Alex had both dreaded and secretly hoped for. The voice on the line informed him that he had been approved as a family member for inmate 47892, granting him conjugal trailer access beginning the following day. Alex listened quietly, thanked the person, and ended the call with his heart beating faster than usual.

He was the oldest of the three, and Collette had asked him to take care of them when she was not there. But it was hard to keep the promise since Mr. Craig hated Oliver to death and would not let anyone interfere with his cruel punishments, and Annette did what she could. Bibi was one of the most beautiful women in that prison, and when the little girl was born, the woman almost went crazy, knowing it was a girl. She wanted to give her up; she wanted Mr. Craig to take her daughter away and give her to a family looking for a baby or kill her before she grew up because she didn't want to take care of a child who would end up suffering like all the others. Bibi never wanted to talk about how sh

His voice drawled nervously. "Don't fucking play with me . The fuck you mean by that?" He roared harshly, in no mood for any nonsense. His booming voice caused constable to jump up. Almost immediately, his voice from the other side came in monotonous and robotic manner. "This evening, there was a blast in the prison of two girls you had arrested. Both girls and the bomber had died. and that bomber had been identified as Edward Arnold, son of mayor. More investigations are still on going."

If there is an afterlife, I wish we never cross paths again. It was snowing heavily. Gilbert tucked his grandmother in and got up to draw the curtains. Just as he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his phone rang. He picked up to answer, but in the next second, he froze. "She is… dead?" On New Year's Eve of 2015, a fire at Calthon's West Suburban Women's Prison killed an inmate code-named 0037. On the same day, Gilbert Kooper, the CEO of GK Pictures, was blessed with a pair of children, and rumors about the children's mother were all over the place.