Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

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 gaze over the letters branded into my abdomen. Damien's Property. Silent tears turn 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.

​"They called him the Prison Boss —a bloodthirsty monster who ruled the cells and terrified the guards. And I was the rookie cop they threw to the wolves." ​Valeska wanted to earn her badge without her multi-millionaire father’s influence. But her bravery backfires when she’s assigned to Area 4—the personal kingdom of the notorious brutal prison boss, Dante Cross. ​She swore she wouldn’t break. She swore she would look the monster in the eye and show no fear. ​But pride comes before the fall. ​Cornered in the dark, the Prison Boss rapes her, shattering her courage and leaving her trembling, terrified, and bearing a scar that will haunt her forever. ​Worse than the pain is the

The guard unlocked the door, pushed me inside, and locked it behind me. I blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights. This room was different. The heavy glass partition that usually separated inmates from visitors was gone. There was only a sleek, polished wooden table and two chairs. Sitting in one of those chairs was a man who looked like he belonged in a luxury penthouse, not a concrete cage. Silas Vance.

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.

It was one of victory at last, when one had almost given up on ever finding that. I watched as his ex-wife was handcuffed by the officers despite her protests. And it made me wonder just how often truth actually wins. Because here was a man who had been in prison for over a decade for a crime he never committed. “Mr. Hook.” I nodded, acknowledging his presence as he approached. If there’s one thing I have learned so far in my career, then it’s that no one is ever too far gone. As there’s always a layer of humanity in everyone. Even the hardest of criminals. Not to even talk more of one accused of a crime he never committed.

He had just admitted to orchestrating Marcus Hale’s prison escape and the subsequent attack on our penthouse, all on the record, in front of the judge, jury, and the entire world. And he looked proud of it. I clutched my massive belly with both hands, heart hammering as one of our daughters kicked hard enough to make me wince. Damien’s eyes found mine across the chaos — dark, victorious, and burning with lethal promise. The not-guilty verdict on the murder charge still echoed, but Victor had just handed the prosecution a new weapon on a silver platter. The judge slammed her gavel repeatedly. “Order! Bailiffs, take Mr. Victor Voss into custody!”

Two guys rushed toward the prisoner and forced him up on his feet. “No, please... I beg of you! I made a mistake!” The prisoner who was only a young boy of nineteen pleaded desperately. He had fat tears in his eyes, wetting his entire face and also soaking his bloodstained sweaty t-shirt. The 6'3 tall man who flickered with the dagger between his long fingers like it was a toy. A brooding monster with a dark aura, fierce tattoos around his rigid neck and hands. His silver orbs loved danger and the smell of blood.