Prisoner B3087 Novels & Stories

Next book coming soon... Missing youth Chapter ????: Inmate 0214 The low hum of chatter within the other cells echoed and boomed but I remained laying on m- bed facing the wall. footsteps approached my cell and stopped. Knocks on the cell bars made it apparently clear that they were trying to get my attention. “Rise and shine prisoner, today's your lucky day.” I rolled over clearly confused… “What?” “You are Don Trever cell C317 inmate 0214, correct?”

After I got composed, I took a deep breath. "Alpha, do you want me to turn on the camera to see what is happening in the chamber?" he asked me, and I shook my head negatively. "No need, Noah, but I want you to inform Jerry (level four officer) about the new prisoner shifting to level four from level three," I told him, and he nodded, and his eyes became foggy as he mind linked jerry. "All done, alpha, is the prisoner that is in chamber five the one?" he asked me, and I nodded.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

“Hello. This is the police. “We received a report that medical personnel at this hospital violated hospital regulations, resulting in a patient’s death, and a violent assault against a colleague.” His eyes swept across everyone present. I looked utterly disheveled, my cheek badly swollen, and blood still trickling from the corner of my mouth. It was painfully obvious who the victim was. I limped forward and said, “I made the report.” The officer nodded as his gaze settled on Tawnie and Matthew. “Then you two must be the medical personnel who knowingly broke the law.” Tawnie forced a stiff smile, still trying to wriggle out of it.

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."

Even the jailer who opened it wore a glove and used a wooden long stick to open the door. This was the place I would be living the rest of my life?! One after another, we filed in slowly after the jailer at the door took our mug shots and gave us a serial number. “PR276” — the jailer took my mug shot and gave me the serial number. 276 meant my very number on the queue of the prisoners that were brought into the prison as of the day. While I was in the building, there was another jailer who was ready to take us to our cells. We all queued behind him. None of us acted funny.

Maxwell had already told Steve he wanted nothing to do with hearing about Susan’s case. But then, his friend still told him about it anyway. And he in turn told Reyona. The name retrieval case was the first thing that was dealt with. By the time they started hearing about her myriads of offences, she had reverted to her mother’s birth name. Susan Novotný was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole. She had agreed to use the prosthetic arm, but that wouldn’t stop her immediate transfer to jail. She would start her term while the stump healed, and then she would get a temporary prosthetic arm until she was used to it.

That made no sense to me at all, especially when I was still in the basement of the man who had brutally killed my family. Five days left, five more days left before my freedom would supposedly be granted, and until now nothing had happened. I thought I would be trapped in the basement forever. I had been counting every single day, and according to Giovanni, it was going to happen today. And now I'm beginning to doubt him because I don't think this will go as planned. Suddenly, the door opened without delay. I slowly stood up. Primo came inside. “Follow me.” No questions were asked; I just did as I was told.

Damian said with a look of interest. “Escaped from the prisoner's car while being transferred to the special prison for police traitors. International borun status, hasn't been traced for four years.” Marcus immediately pulled out some more information. “And she is the only one who can make Tedy submit.” A portrait of a cheerful-faced girl with a big smile, playing on a swing under the twilight light. It was probably taken four years ago. According to the date on the corner of the photo. “Where does she live?”