Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

He needed medical attention immediately. "Agent Thompson," I called out. "We need an ambulance here now." "Already on it," he replied, speaking into his radio. Vincent was still on the ground, holding his wounded leg and glaring at all of us with pure hatred. "This isn't over," he said through gritted teeth. "You think you've won, but you have no idea what's really been happening." "What's really been happening is that you kidnapped and tortured an innocent person," I said, helping Marcus stand up. "And now you're going to prison for the rest of your life."

we're notorious bullies terrorising prisoners. As they glide furtively towards the new inmate from the back he gets up curious and moves towards them to get a better idea as to what they were up to. Suddenly one if the inmates swung his leg against that of the new inmate and sends him crushing to the floor in surprise . The two prison bullies now jumped on him swinging their weapons at him to strike him dead. He rolled away at the last moment to avoid their weapons. He had a scare on his cheek The quiet gentleman suddenly coiled up and swung into action . He bent down swiftly, grabbed the neck of one of the bullies just as he was about to sink his improvised knife into the new inmates belly

I said, “The dangerous part has past and we are the last man standing. No one has the fix except for us.” “You don’t get it. The prison is under investigation.” He said, “We can`t afford to be caught.” “Can`t you see that this is it?” I said, “This is the chance to make our plan work. You are going to be the prison commander and you are going to get me out of here in parole.” “Listen to yourself, Mastermind. None of what you say makes sense.” “It will make sense, one day.” I said, “For now, go get the staff from the supplier. The inmates need their medication to ease their pain.”

Every slight movement causes a spike of pain to lance through me. Then, the brand. I reach a hand automatically towards my abdomen and flinch. A sharp pain shoots through my skin, and I gasp. It burns- not the flesh alone, but my entire soul cries out as my fingers graze over the letters branded into my abdomen. Damien's Property. Silent tears run down my cheeks. How? How could my life have come to this? Just earlier today, I was a bride, and now I am imprisoned in a cage like a dog.

Larry froze: "I don't want it, and I can't take it, it's against the rules." "Don't you want to join the team?" Alex tilted her head and looked at Larry. "How can we withhold all these stuff, what about the prisoners?" Larry argued: "This is a big injustice in this prison, it is to be suspended and investigated." "You don't have a way out now." "Don’t I?" Larry said. "Really? Look, what is this?" Alex handed a laptop to Larry. When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on.

When he saw Dante calmly approaching him with a chair, Cain angrily threw a punch to hit Dante, but the prison boss easily moved to the side and slammed the iron chair right on his back, adding to the pain. A piercing scream echoed around the room, getting every inmate to stop what they were doing to watch. Dante, as expected, didn't show Cain mercy. He gave the huge inmate three more slams on the back, got his chair snatched by a furious Cain who thought he was wise, but ended up taking heavy blows from the psycho boss himself. "Yes! Beat him up!" The prisoners chanted, taking Dante's side. Even the cops who were fed up with Cain's bullying, joined in the chant, supporting Dante!

The shy, innocent smile, the glow of her rich, brown skin, the fullness of her lips, the honesty of her eyes he had been hers before he had even met the woman. Like an idiot, he had pined for the untouchable woman from the photograph. He had personally beaten Aiden for presuming to sell such a goddess, taking pleasure in the other man's suffering. Then, his princess had walked through the door of his casino. Like the villain in the story, he had captured her and kept her locked in a tower. How could she love a man like him?

I say simply. His hand shoots out fast, faster than most betas move, reaches for my throat to force compliance, but I'm faster, I catch his wrist mid-air and twist, use his momentum against him, three years of Kael's brutal training taking over before thought can catch up. The guard gasps, tries to pull back but I've got leverage now, got his arm extended and vulnerable, one more inch of pressure and something breaks. "I warned you," I say. "What the fuck," he snarls, his other hand goes for the knife at his belt.

"But he'll cooperate as long as we mention your name. Looks like the truth of that night three years ago has been eating him alive." I turned and looked at the other women in the room. This wasn't some heavily armed fortress. It was a safe house, protected by Omertà. Petra was sorting through encrypted hard drives. A former intelligence clerk, she went to prison taking the fall for her boss. Now, she was skillfully piecing together the fragmented evidence Leo had provided. Quinn's fingers flew across her keyboard, monitoring online chatter. She was a genius of the dark web, our eyes and ears.

A face of a man I used to look up to, used to admire. “That’s no way to talk to your future father-in-law.” He was closer now, I wince at his proximity. “Please, please let me go, Uncle, please,” I beg without looking towards him. He barks a laugh into my ear, “I’m not your uncle!” He grabs the chain that’s attached to the shackle around my neck and pulls, “On your feet!” The silver shackle cuts into my chin as he pulls me to make me stand. He roughly grabs my chin to look towards my jailer, my father’s best friend; Samual.