Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

“If you think that’s actually comforting, I hate to break it to you, but it’s really not.” Liam chuckled. “You’ll see, brother. We’re going to have so much fun, you and I!” Jules forced a smile. Chapter 6 Inner Core Planet Calluvia “It was the only choice, Haydn.” Prince Haydn Schaefer pursed his lips, still looking at the unconscious man in the hospital bed. “Was it?” he said quietly. “We had to act without his consent.” “Because he was in no state to give it,” his husband said, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"You don't have any right to arrest anyone in my absence, Melissa. You have stepped out of your boundary this time." "This is not the first time I will be locking people up in the dungeon and you never raise a brow. Why is it different this time around?" "Because she is innocent. You have abused this privilege, dear daughter. " "That doesn't change the fact that I was the victim here, and it will be unjust to lock me up." "Unjustly, eh? You framed an innocent lady and then tried to poison her. Who gave it to you?" "What?" "The poison, I said, who gave it to you?"

They stumble and perish in the dust. That’s why he refuses to become anything other than unconquerable monarch. Only one name would be resounding in the business world. Number one company in the world- ‘William Co& Enterprise.’ Adam slowly smirked, enjoying the helplessness in his eyes as he pushes his right hand inside his pant pocket. When he removed his gaze from Mr. Flamingo, if falls on the woman beside him who was comforting her husband. His eyes linger on her face and the women gulps before she lowers her eyes blinking several times unable to match his intense stares.

S E R I N E I honestly couldn't believe where I was at. Never did I imagine myself in a jail cell with two other people in just because I had done what I wanted to do all my life. And that was to beat the hell out of Kelly. Unfortunately for Levine and I- we were in separate cells, therefore I hadn't seen her ever since I gotten in the cell. "Hey cutie," I almost cringe. I ignore the person who had just said that and stare up into space.

I tipped back against the wall on the opposite side of the Hold. I remembered when we'd dubbed the cell as the Hold. Good times. My government had decided I was too wicked to play with anymore. Suited me down to the fucking ground. My current prisoner was held against the floor under a net of electromagnets. He wouldn't be going anywhere. Unless I wanted him to. "Hello, Juan. Imagine my delighted surprise when I came back to my place to learn that you had been beaten unconscious by the woman you yourself had beaten."

I push open the door and we step inside together. The prisoner is chained to the wall with silver-reinforced restraints, the same kind we used on Kade when he first came back. He looks better than he did when we found him in that trap, the infection has cleared and his wounds are healing, but he's still weak and malnourished. His eyes widen when he sees both of us walk in and I can smell the fear rolling off him in waves. "You're awake," I say, crossing my arms. "Good, we need to talk."

He rushes at me and kicks me hard in the nut. I desperately hold onto my balls, hoping this monster hasn't ended my poor generations to come. He squats down and whispers, "This is just the beginning of hell on earth." Victor suddenly stops the attack, arranging his shirt professionally. Why the sudden act? Why the preparation? As I ponder on what to do and how to survive solitary cell for the sixth time, I hear his footsteps. The slow paced, calculated marching of the wicked prison bandit, greatly feared and revered by all the inmates, Samuel Vale.

Venom's voice came. “Forgive me, boss… I have no excuse for my lateness.” He replied, his voice trembled a little. She smirked, then reached for a glass of white wine held by the kneeling female then took a sip. Licked the corner of her mouth. “I called you all here for one reason.” “The new prisoner.” The room stayed still. “Vince’s pet slut… what’s the status?” The senior guard cleared his throat. “She’s been violent. Refuses food. And… she made advances toward me. But I exercised restraint.”

The man waved at the guards and for a moment Nicolas thought of pulling from their grip, then decided against it. He could feel the vervain seeping into his skin already and he wouldn’t be strong enough to pull from their grip and save Beverly. As they made it down the stairs, she tripped and fell and the men around them laughed while one kicked her in the side. Nicolas hissed and tried to pull from their grasp, but found that he was right. The vervain had definitely weakened him and he couldn’t pull out of the grip of his captors. He should have warned Sebastian when he had the chance! He never in his wildest dreams thought his people would actually turn on him like this! As they walked aro

Standing tall, she attempted to disarm the inmate wielding the knife, unaware of the imminent danger lurking behind her. Suddenly, the second inmate produced another knife, catching Isabella off guard. With lightning speed, she viciously stabbed her, causing Isabella to stagger backward, clutching her abdomen as blood gushed from the wound. As pain and dizziness overwhelmed her, Isabella's body threatened to give way, but just as she was about to collapse, she heard a familiar voice cry out her name. "Isabella!" She had grown accustomed to being called by her prison identification number, Mate 1150, but this time, her name carried a glimmer of hope. In her vulnerable state, she felt a firm h