Prisoner B3087 Novels & Stories

“You bitch!” “What…..No!” “You planned this didn't you!” “I didn’t touch the ballots, your dog did!” But Petra was already shaking with rage. The ceremony arrangements moved quickly after that. The court prepared the documents and handed them over to the family lawyer far too quickly. The socialites and journalists ran with it almost immediately, and that was when I found out that Aleksandr Harrington. Was the most Eligible War criminal in Estonia. As the tabloids say “Allegedly”

The man recited. "Agreed." I memorized the man before me. He is the target and I can't lose track of him. He was dragged to the back like the rest of the prisoners. We were next now. "Name?" Lie Kellan. "Ken." Really, Kellan? Ken. "Percious." That's smart Percy. "Tal-isha" You were going to say your name, weren't you Tally? We really need to work on her naming skills. "Why does your prisoner need 3 bounty seekers?'" The man asked suspiciously.

On New Year's Eve in 2015, a fire broke out in the women's prison in the western suburbs of City C, and a prisoner code named 0037 died. On the same day, James Smith, the president of MK Media, had a twin baby, and rumors about the child's mother were all over the place.

Mason told me the only reason they have a kitchen is for when the vampire king has human guests around. We lie to the guards, saying it's time for Mom to eat. “Hi, Mason. How are you doing today?” the guard in front of the dungeon says. Luckily, Mason’s good friends with him. He’ll allow me to enter without making a fuss. “I’m doing well. How are you doing, Sam?” Mason asks. “I’m good. You must be here to give the prisoner in cell 201 her food.” “Yes.” “Open the tray,” he says, and Mason does as he asks. He checks the tray for sharp objects. Once he’s sure that there is none he clears us to go in.

Hargrove was a compact man in his fifties with the face of someone who had managed long hours for a long time. "Patricia Lorne is in custody," he said. "The male at your rear is a man named Shane Connelly — on record in Greater Manchester for aggravated burglary. He was hired, not a principle. We'll know who paid him inside the hour." A pause. "We've also contacted the Glasgow facility. Victoria Brennan is in a secured room pending formal review of her discharge status. That process begins tomorrow morning." "And Catherine?"

He tried to keep count of the miles, but time slipped away in fragments. By the time they arrived, it was midnight. The van slowed, turning off the main road toward a high fence crowned with razor wire. Floodlights swept across the snow, illuminating a sign stenciled in black: 'U.S. Correctional Facility – Region Nine. High Risk Inmate Division.' Jake’s stomach twisted. He’d heard of this place, the kind of prison that swallowed men whole and never gave them back. The driver rolled down the window at the gate. “Prisoner number 859734,” he said to the guard in the tower.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

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.

I hadn't been down here since the night we'd hauled two of Marcus's tranquilized guards out of the wreckage of that vehicle chase, and in the chaos of the following days — Maya's recovery, the shift training, Leo finding his footing — I'd let Kade handle the prisoner's basic processing while I focused on the people I actually cared about keeping alive. Three days was long enough to wait. Kade fell into step beside me as I descended the stairs, a manila folder tucked under his arm. "His name's Reyes. Low-ranking enforcer, been with Silvercrest about six years. Zara cleared him medically two days ago — no lasting effects from the tranquilizer. He's been cooperative with guards, uncooperative w

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.