Prisoner B3087 Novels & Stories

He didn’t want them to be close enough to speak to each other and try to come up with another story between them. Four of my father’s warriors would be driving them back to Shadow Claw. The prisoners had been given shots to keep them calm, and unable to phase before they left their cells. A vial and syringes were packed and given to Alpha Gerald to keep them sedated while in custody awaiting trial.

"Get out. I don't want to see you again. I'll see this through to the end. You'll be hearing from the court." Jean froze where she stood, her eyes searching my face, as if trying to tell if I really meant it. At last, she gave a mocking little laugh. "Seth, you've really gotten more and more audacious, haven't you? When it comes down to it, the one most to blame is Callum. At worst, I was just someone left in the dark. That makes me a victim, too. "As for Teresa's injury, it wasn't intentional. At most, I'll just throw some money at it and be done with it. Do you still think I'm the same penniless Jean Sullivan you could push around at will?

When Victor returns through the series of doors that separate the cells from the front office, Ian is seated in a plain chair by the Beta desk, happily drinking a milkshake. “Hello,” Victor says, smiling down at his boy and nodding to the Betas behind the desk. “Where did you get that?” “From the Betas!” Ian exclaims, happy. “It’s prison food.” Victor quirks an eye at the head man in charge. “The prisoners get milkshakes?”

"Someone wants to meet you," said a prison guard as he opened the cell numbered 330. He walked out with a pale face, as if he had no will to live. He had been through utter destruction and had no idea what to do after being sentenced to fifteen years in prison for actions that endangered Elizah Hartman's life. He never expected that this kind of trouble will find him and has found him. "I don't want to meet anyone," he said weakly, his voice frustrating the guard, who insisted Liam couldn't refuse because the visitor was someone important in law enforcement.

Alpha Rowan interrupted when the man named Orion opened the front seat to let me in. “But sir, you don’t want anyone sitting beside-“ “Did you not hear me?” “Of course, I heard you, my lord,” Orion smiled nervously. “Uncuff her,” Alpha Rowan gave Orion a key before getting inside the car first. Orion looked stunned. I was shocked too. I thought I’d be uncuffed when I’m already put in wherever prison they’d bring me. Prisoners, even suspects whose crimes are yet to be proven, have always been treated poorly by most people. Especially by those in power. Which is the reason why I can’t believe the Supreme Alpha is uncuffing me. And wait, he’d also allow me to be in the same space with him, in h

Indeed, their judgment prioritized humanity. According to the man's story, he was a prisoner who had been confined in isolation for a long time. He was accused of conspiring to poison the respected Madam Rossie several years ago. He was a village resident on the border with no family. Mark and Laurens were touched by his story. "Don't worry, Old Man, you'll be free soon. We were just detained for rioting issues, even though I just shouted to demand clarity about the village funds," Laurens said with a smile.

"So let's begin. This is Mr. Brown, and for those who don't know him, he used to be one of the soldiers of the Diamond Pack's army. He was recruited when he was really young by Arden Thompson himself." The uproar was extremely loud once Arden's name was mentioned and it took a few minutes for people to stay silent again. "Everyone here understands the situation that you're in, and I'm assuming you do as well, right, Mr. Brown?" The man nodded, and he seemed really nervous. "Just to clarify, Mr. Brown is under the use of a substance that inhibit his ability to shift, for everyone's safe, including his own, during this trial." the judge continued.

He wore a tan jacket, a cloth scarf on his neck and carbon fiber body armor on top of his cotton shirt. He also had two side holsters and an ammunition belt, both emptied out. “Room clear” Frank said, returning to H-6 who had just pulled up the report on the man’s ID. “Bong Fernando, resident of Sector 26 at Dome 11. Registered offender for petty theft and assault. Sentenced to a Six Month Rehab” He flashed the report to Frank who quickly read through, “I guess he needed the Deep Cells instead of rehab” Frank muttered.

He let go of my hand as ordered by his boss but stood beside me. “Well Anderson, this is how it’s going to be. I know I can’t take a family member but you leave me no choice. You have 30days to bring back what you stole from me, and if the 30days are complete don’t blame me for whatever happens to your daughter.” He turned around about to make his way to exit. He nods again to his man which stood in front of me. He lifted me up the ground on his shoulders and carried me with them. I struggled again but it was all in vain.

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.