Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

While the rest of the world suffered. I heard a small knock at the door and I quickly shot my head towards it. Without even missing a beat, I bolted to it and through it open, only to be met by John who had a slightly elevated look to him. He huffed slightly as if he had ran over here from god knows where, and he looked at me before delivering his news. “That man, the one who was forcibly marked… He’s awake.” Now I was curious. We were told from day one that a forced mark was a death sentence, and yet this man had survived it…

Marks opens his mouth, but no words come out. He’s a fish out of water, gasping for air. “He’s a liar and a cheat,” Miller continues, his voice rising. “He’s been lining his pockets with dirty money for years, and he’s finally getting what he deserves. He’s going to jail, and he’ll never see the light of day again.” Miller slams the folder shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Marks slumps in his chair, defeated. Tears stream down his cheeks as he looks at me, silently begging for help. But I’m as stunned as he is, my mind racing to find a way out of this ambush.

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.

Though he had his connections to abuse, these were something he couldn't get more of unfortunately. It was also inconvenient that prison guards would listen to his calls. Though they never said anything about the contents of the conversations, he was careful. However, he was conscious of the other criminals eavesdropping behind him, who turned their backs as a sign of respect giving him an extremely false sense of privacy.

Mark sat on the cage trying to figure out a way to run off. But the electric shock on the cage rod was not letting him out. He glanced at his hand which was full of dark rod marks. He was already dead for his pack due to which he was not even able to call for help. Suzan was only the one who knew he was alive and came after him. Now he had no one to rescue. The thought of getting a powerful baby with Eva made him pay a huge price and in return, all he got was to be the prisoner of Gil.

Hed always taken them for the phantoms of grief, just two more of the delusions that beset him when shed gone and he was alone again. For a moment. The prisoners voice sounded tired and far away. They werent all that interested in me. Good. Once they found out she was dead, they were in a great hurry to move on. His gray eyes were eerily penetrating. Something you and I can understand. Where did they go? Dont know. The prisoner cracked a smile too big for his thin face. I dont think they did, either. You should have seen how long it took them to open an Announcer. Looked like couple of bumbling fools.

This was how 2Pac killed most of his victims. He would do it efficiently and cleanly so that the prisoners wouldn’t suffer. The fighting tournaments were planned for elaborate executions and 2Pac was Princess Death Row’s executioner. Disguising an execution as a fighting tournament gave a lot of prisoners false hope, thinking they could fight their way to freedom. Mark was one of many. Out of all the deaths, Mark’s death was the cleanest. After executing Mark, 2Pac recorded the decapitation and stored it in his memory cloud database. He kept other recordings of sinister executions in his database.

" Mark fumed. "Lock him up and interrogate him!" Zane instructed icily. Mark was just about to fight back when someone fired a gun, shooting him in the knee. A few guards showed up to take him away. "Zane! Sooner or later, I'm going to get you, you punk!" Mark hollered as he was dragged off. Mark had always been an honest and righteous man who never accepted any sort of bribes. In his position, he dealt with contracts involving tens of billions all the time. He could easily get a few hundred million for himself if he wanted to.

that's what our laws dictate, a woman can't escape just like that and even less when she is already married, or, am I wrong, uncle," he had taken out his revolver and loaded it, that little sound stunned my senses, my heart was beating very fast and I think I was about to die. -For the moment we can't do anything, the only thing we will have to do all this time is to keep her locked up while Damian returns to the house, you know he is the leader and we will see what solution we can take -I took a deep breath when I heard those words, at least for the moment I was still alive. KARINA Mark and I were prisoners because the sentence had been passed that we would die, since Margaret had escaped a