Prisoner Loki Novels & Stories

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

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.

The chains weighed me down, making me feel very immobile. Damien's orders, I assumed, I bet. The man tightened the chain around my neck until it was choking me, then forcefully tugged me forward, and I stumbled forward with him. Each time the man's fingers tugged my neck, the metal would burn into my skin. And I ask myself, when did I go from a mafia princess to a slave I had read about in history books? I was one of those people who had no freedom. No rights. No humanity. That was exactly what I had become. As I was brought out of the church, I glanced back to look at the sky above me.

"Hey, who are you? Are you planning to take the girl away? Take me too!" "Please, take me too!" "Me too! Help! Help! I need your help!" "I'll pay you for the rest of my life, as long as you free me!" "Me too! I'll do anything if you help me!" "Help! Help! Help!" Instantly all the prisoners were in an uproar and they tried to whine at the man. The man looked increasingly agitated and a little scared as they were all noisy now. Which made the man just stare at Selena who covered her ears because of the noise and commotion.

"My only regret is the day I pulled you out of the slums and brought you to live with Sophia and me! You spent the family's money, trained in combat, learned intelligence work… and for what? To become an accomplice to a murderer!" The main screen in the tribunal hall lit up. The livestream to the underworld was live, and countless eyes followed it on their screens. Valeria's voice echoed through the chamber, amplified by the speakers. "Today, I will show everyone what this traitorous scum, this bastardo who shielded a murderer, has been hiding!" The moment she hit the switch, I heard my own scream. Needles pierced my scalp with searing pain, and my consciousness began to unravel, beyond my c

he purred, “you should know better than to make promises you can’t keep.” He gestured lazily to Domenico’s limp body with his foot. “Your traitor was delicious, by the way. So full of rage and self-loathing.” He licked his lips. “I suppose I should thank him for luring you here. I couldn’t have planned this reunion better myself.” My vision burned — not from the sand anymore, but from fury. Loki was supposed to be dead. And yet here he was. He stepped closer. Raven growled beside me.

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

“It was just a guess that Captain Caria would be there, but she seems to be Hades’ number-one henchwoman.” As soon as the enforcers’ vehicle reversed toward the checkpoint, I exhaled the longest breath of relief. Loki emerged from the vehicle, holding an unconscious Captain Caria by a metal collar. I guessed that it would bind her powers, but she was now in the clutches of two powerful gods and had little chance of escaping. Fenrir stepped out from the front with Randel. The two men joined Loki and the captain beneath a set of floodlights, and the dark-skinned enforcer held up his phone, looking like he was shooting footage.

He whispered to him, "No....I don't find it strange, he belongs to her now, she can do whatever she wishes with him." The truth burned his heart, and if she wished she would kill him and would be justified. "But master, don't you find it strange that he doesn't resist?" Czar was loo6foe says to paint him black, "Loki is smarter than us combined, I'm sure he has his reasons." He doesn't say more than that and goes back to his cleaning,

“Lopez is a ruthless Italian who kidnaps important people to whoever offends him. He also carries out requests too—requests to abduct someone, assassinate people.” “What?” I whispered in shock. The woman in front of me moved forwards, and we also moved forwards. “He sells body organs too. Kidnapping and harvesting organs. There was a day he played a video for us, laughing to scare us. He had torn a lady inside out, ruthlessly, and with an helicopter, had dropped her on the roof of her mother, who loved her very much. Then he took the video of the girl on the roof, and sent it to the media, framing the mother for her death.”