Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

When the guards shove me through the door – naked, cum dripping down my legs – those eyes lock onto me like wolves spotting a wounded deer. “She’s not cooperating,” the leader announces from behind me. “Won’t tell us what she was doing in VIP. Thought maybe you guys could... persuade her.” The biggest prisoner stands slowly. He’s covered in scars – face, arms, hands. Prison tattoos peek out from his collar. He looks at me like I’m a meal he’s been waiting for. “How long we got?” “Until she’s ready to talk.” The leader’s voice is cold. “Use her however you want. All her holes. We’ll be back when she’s learned her lesson.”

Set it flat on the desk and looked at it. Enforcer Dane. The retrieval. His hand cut during the struggle when she fought back. Her blood made contact with the open wound. Four seconds. The wound sealed in four seconds. Kael had seen pack healers work wounds that size. Had seen trained blood practitioners take three times as long. He knew what four seconds meant. The list of things it ruled out included anything ordinary, anything human, anything that fit the category he had assigned her the moment Riven said Damien Vale had a sister.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

She never abandoned Luna, unlike the rest of Luna's friends, who began avoiding her as if she carried a contagious curse. Things were spiralling downward—until one day, the Hart family received an envoy sent by that unfathomably powerful man. The man whose name made even the most influential shake. The man rumoured to be so ruthless that even Presidents chose their words carefully around him. The man who was known for wiping out an entire family of a journalist for publishing a single piece about him. That man—Damian Blackwell. The supervisor of the Blackwell family. His envoy delivered a letter—the only hope of saving the Hart family's century-long legacy. The only hope of saving her uncle'

"Peterson Davies........and finally, the police chief, the man on the lineup, to become the Secretary of Homeland Security for his gallant acts of bravery in his district, Matthew Alvarez. Those are some of the names released from the white house, the rest will be displayed on the screen shortly, however, the incoming clips are videos from some of the victims of Alvarez's sex trafficking ring, with a few of the people on the list; please note, the incoming video will be triggering for some, viewres discretion is advised, it is best to keep this away from the sight of children...." She said, putting down her microphone as the clip rolled in. It was blurry at first, as the recording device fel

The victim, trapped inside the Romano family despite hating them. Nacho liked to assume that Daniel sympathised with him just enough to lower his guard. Not fully maybe but surely enough. At least enough to believe Nacho when he claimed to know where Jovanno could be hiding. Also, enough to walk directly into the slaughter. Nacho's gaze slowly shifted toward Daniel now. Even restrained and bruised, the man looked lethal. That alone was impressive, he had to admit to himself. Most men would've broken already after what happened earlier. Daniel didn't. Because Daniel Knight had not been overpowered fairly. He had been betrayed - again. But that doesn't matter anymore... What matters is his def

“ You have already lost’ then laughed like a psycho as the car moved. An hour later the underground holding cell Under one of Adrain private security was dimly lit. The prisoner sat handcuffed to a chair with his face swollen. Across from him was Adrain and Alex with a recorder set on the table. Adrain remained standing. “ What's your name? Silence. “ Who hired you? Nothing. Adrain nodded once. Alex understood immediately,two guards stepped forward and the interrogation began. After so many hours the man still refused to talk, enduring all the punches and saying nothing to their questions. By morning his shirt had turned red with one his eyes gone yet he still smiled at their questions and s

His face had burnt he had no hair, “this is what your dad did to him after my father died. He threw fucken asset over my brother's face. So you will be going through the same torture. Grab them and put them in a cell.” The four guys walk beside them, holding them by the arm, “come on,” says the prisoner, “walks faster.” They lead down a narrow staircase. Escorted through a dark alley, the guard opens the cell when Joshua grabs the gun and kills two of them as Tiffany punches the side, disarming him, then hits them both to the back of the head with her gun and then drags them into the cell. Suddenly two guys come walking down the stairs, “что у тебя долго” (what is taking you so long)

Most of it I ignored. Until I reached cell 47. He was already standing at the bars waiting for me. Damien Voss. Thirty-two. Six-foot-four, built like a fucking tank — thick muscle, arms covered in prison tattoos, chest broad enough to block the whole cell door. Shaved head, cold gray eyes, and a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. He had been inside for life on multiple murders. Everyone called him “The Beast.” He smiled slow when I stopped in front of his cell. It was not a friendly smile.