Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

That's when I realized what he did for me. He saved my ass from four druggies. I can't forget how he knocked them all in just five minutes. Each of them have their own broken bones to show to the doctor. I remember one of the nurses telling me that they were all sent to the hospital because of their critical injuries. One was dying. The leader guy. He got the most damage. "I know you don't like me and you don't have to like me. But I need you to trust me. It's the only way you'll come out of this prison in one piece."

Our names often overlap, and we tend to add physical features to distinguish one another. I step into the basement and switch on the single light. The bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a dim glow over the man tied to the chair. He’s bloody, covered in bruises and cuts, his clothes dirty and torn. Hair filthy, skin covered in filth. He’s been sitting in his own piss and shit for five days. Keeping a prisoner this long is risky. With each passing day, they get another chance to escape, to be discovered. We were lucky. “I hear they call you Vinnie the Nose,” I say as I lazily unbutton my jacket. “Walked around the city bragging about killing some kids. Is that right?”

The wailing of the prisoners who have been tortured and straightened out were left in the cell. Damian walked inside the cell holding their newest prisoner and found him on his knees while his entire face was covered in blood.. He was given a black which made him look unrecognisable.. “You look pathetic..” Damian spoke and this caught the attention of the man who'd been beaten up pretty badly. “you can go ahead and kill me, but you won't get anything from me..” The man stubbornly said and this made Damian laugh… “Trust me, that should be the last thing on your mind right now, Anthonio.” Damian called out his name and his lips parted in surprise..

Author's p.o.v Adeel is sitting on the jail room's floor like a motionless person. He has lost all hopes in his life. His siblings have turned their face from him. His wife Haniya is mentally unstable and his child is already dead. He wanted to die but he couldn't die thinking that committing suicide is a sin. He is just breathing because he can't stop breathing until Allah stop it. But, every day he is now praying for death. A few moments ago, his trial was held and he was sentenced lifetime imprisonment for murdering Amir Al Sadd who was another business tycoon.

Dozens of them, detailing every aspect of the dungeon operations. My fingers found the one I wanted. The incident report from a few hours ago. Prisoner 247 attacked Prisoner 891 in the labor yard. Prisoner 891 defended himself. Prisoner 247 deceased from injuries sustained. Cause of death: broken neck and severe head trauma. But that dry, clinical description did not capture what actually happened. I had spoken to the guards who witnessed it. Heard their accounts of how my brother moved faster than should have been possible, hit harder than any omega could, killed the strongest fighter in my dungeon with his bare hands.

Arista raised her head and saw a group of soldiers from the Red Moon Pack flying rapidly toward her. Leading them was Beta Henry, whom Arista recognized. He had invited her and her master to drink together before. But now, Beta Henry didn't recognize her. He shouted, "Prisoner, don't run!" Before he even finished speaking, a lightning bolt struck her. Alpha Levi's body was unharmed, but her natural body was burned in several places. Her body was already miserable; did she want it to turn to ashes too? No, she couldn't!

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

no, he looked like those triplets that brought out laughter and gray hair in her. “Excuse me?” “You asked about my wrists; the metal of the shackles sometimes digs in too deep and causes bruises and cuts.” Chrystal held her breath as she listened to him; she was not prepared to hear something like that. She had thought the boy had tried to slit his wrists, but shackles? Was he in prison? Or was he treated as a slave? Kidnapped? Yes, maybe he had been kidnapped and had managed to escape. Oliver, for his part, didn't know what else to do; she looked dismayed, but that was the truth. He was afraid she would rat him out and turn him into Craig. Chrystal got up and collected the dishes, then retu

Isaac smiled, “Good. Because one of the guards just did it for you.” Blaine asked, “Was it Warren?” Isaac laughed, “How did you guess?” He answered, “Warren has been a volunteer at the orphanage for a long time. He had seen what I had to go through because I was paralyzed. He also knows the prisoner was the one who paralyzed me. So, now that he’s paralyzed, shall we make our way to the dungeon?”

Turning to me, he asks, “Are you sure you want their approval?” I bite my lower lip and lean in to whisper, “Yes. I don’t trust them, but please—no inhumane punishments.” “You’ll see,” he replies with a smirk as I pull away. The doors open, and the prisoners are led in—dressed in brown shirts and shorts, chained and guarded. Dolores is carried in, her legs bandaged but her sobs echoing her shame. Next come Marina, who avoids my gaze, and a short, chubby man I recognize as the Prime Minister.