Prisoner Loki Novels & Stories

Loki opened the container and a black scorpion crawled out and climbed on her stomach . "what... what.. what the hell get it off !! " she scream out tryin push it off . " luvo bacaxzw "Loki whispered and the scorpion climbed up to her face . "arghhhh get off me! " she scream out loud . the scorpion climbed her face and it slid into her mouth down into her throat . "the scorpion is gonna kill the child inside her , just matter of time " Loki said and I smile , one thing he doesn't know is I have my own plans .

As I reached Loki's cell, I could hear the faint sound of chains rattling, and I scowled. Pushing open the heavy door, I was met with the sight of Loki, chained up in the corner of the room, bruises marring his once proud features. His eyes widened in fear and desperation as he caught sight of me, and he lunged forward, only to be yanked back by the chains that bound him. "Blake, please, spare me," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. "I... I'm your father. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

The moment the door closed behind me, I inhaled to search for the rotting smell. Loki: Whew, how do vultures eat that shit? I chuckled. It had been several hours since Loki had spoken to me. He was a smart Lykos and knew to keep his trap shut around our mate. Me: No clue. Glad that’s not my choice in food. Not taking the time to check Connor’s vitals, I barged through the dungeon door and found Talia sleeping on the cement tiles of her cell. Loki: I almost feel bad for her… Almost.

"Please ask that for me. I want to know how far he knows." Liam nodded to Doron. A member of Deroine removed the prisoner's blindfold. Next to his eye was a scar that went all the way to his nose. Amora shuddered at the sight. Apollo came forward to interrogate the prisoner. He was Liam's, right-hand man. He was always the main pawn if Liam was going to do something. "Who are you?" he asked loudly. He even strangled the prisoner's neck to intimidate him. The prisoner grimaced and didn't say much. He just coughed. "I want to talk to Mr. Liam," he said hoarsely. "And the girl, too. I believe she's involved here."

The driver hesitated before saying, "Mr. Lloyd, a beggar is blocking the road ahead." I forced my eyes open and saw a filthy, skeletal beggar with matted hair, grinning vacantly as she slapped at my window. I lowered it and tossed out a few bills. "Take this and buy yourself something to eat. Don't linger on the roadside. There's heavy traffic. It's dangerous." She wedged her hand against the window, still grinning foolishly. "I don't want money. I've got plenty. I'm the wife of Solaris Group's CEO."

“Am I speaking to the prison officer in charge of Dr.Andre? Can I speak to him?” Prison? I answered a call from a man in jail. Lorenzo looked at me his eyes red and glassy. “What happened?” “He has been murdered.”

His expression cracking open in that single unguarded second before duty pulled him back. She pressed her palm flat on the table. The mark pulsed. Steady. Insistent. She was still sitting there when Lena appeared in the doorway, wide-eyed and slightly breathless. "There's been a breach," Lena said. Sera was on her feet before the sentence finished. The south corridor was already alive with movement. Enforcers moving fast and silent, weapons drawn, faces locked into the hard focus of people who had trained for exactly this. Sera pressed herself against the wall to let two of them pass and grabbed Lena's arm.

The rest of them began to hit it with their weapons until the trap completely fades. The dark lord was surprised about the high level of power that the female defender has shown them. He never thought that they would end up finding an escape from the huge and powerful trap that they made. Despite the success of the defenders, Pricus remained calm and started clapping his hands, "Unbelievable. That trap was difficult, but you all still managed to stay alive. I wonder if you can also do that to the next one." All of them were wondering about what the dark lord said. "Next one?" Moha wondered.

She had never felt what she was feeling now—a mix of emotions tormenting her. "Grandma," Santi called. "Yes, my dear?" "When can I see my parents? I miss them." "Soon, be patient." Lazarus pretended to check the refrigerator. "We're out of milk. I'll go buy a bottle." "Perfect. Could you also get some cereal for the child?" "Of course, no problem." As Lazarus left, he left the gate slightly ajar. He had fulfilled his part; being present was not part of the deal. He quickly walked away, and minutes later, two vans arrived. Sergio and his men entered the property, immediately subduing the few men present.