Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Eventually, I couldn't keep myself awake, and darkness overcame me. It's now been a full week since I've been down here in the dungeon and today is my birthday. My scars are healing up slowly thankfully. My mom has not come back. My brother comes back now and then to hit/kick/slap/burn or whatever he needs to do to let off his pent-up anger. The guy in the cell next to me has been nice. He listens to me when I do talk, but even then, I don't have much to say. Instead, he allowed me to listen to him. Turns out his name is Mark, and he was captured and jailed for hiding money from the alpha to keep the money to feed his family. He told me how the alpha would bring his fated mate to the dungeon

Alexander explained briefly and the prince nodded his head in understanding. "What do you think about freeing other prisoners?"Alexander asked with a raised brow. "That's not a good idea."Alexander shook his head in denial. "There are some who will never change no matter what.That's a risky decision,what if one of them stabs you in the back while you're busy running?" The Beta asked with a raised brow as they walked hurriedly towards the thick forest. "Don't forget some of them are angry at you because you put them in the dungeon."Alexander tried to reason out and the prince nodded his head while giving it a deep thought.

” “Well, even if we believe in Adam's hypothesis, are we not capable of diverting everyone from this tradition?” “Sir, we can ignore it, we can take all kinds of information from it in our own way, but what will we ignore?? We don't even know our questions, we'll get two or four prisoners at most and some stock, but blue me sir, and this mission is much bigger than we think.” After somehow convincing his senior officer, Mark reached Istanbul on the next flight from Germany.

I even heard that she has become insane and was transfered to a special mental facility where she was under surveillance twenty four seven and now she's like a soulless body only living for the drugs injected in her body. I guess that's why they say - Do things that make you happy within the confines of the law. Mark on the other hand, died. Apparently, he was a drug addict and the drugs were already affecting his immune system and since he couldn't no longer take them in prison, his health deteriorated and he ended up kicking the bucket. I sighed heavily as I was lost in thought until I heard my name being called, well, not my name technically. "Mama!" I heard Declan yell loudly and I was j

Jake sat in his cell, his head bent low over a table as he wrote on a piece of paper. He’s been getting letters from Mark for the last four days. And it was almost time for them to swap letters again. Mark always came at the same time every day. With a cup of coffee for both and chocolate. They’d spend an hour just talking and then they’d exchange letters. He found himself looking forward to those letters almost as much as their daily visit. Even resenting his prison, he felt calmer, happier, knowing that Mark would come to him. His head snapped up as he heard the door open at the top of the stairs, and Mark came walking down. Since he was the only one down there now, they’d left lights on,

The air smelled like sweat, steel, and that thick disinfectant they pretend makes this place clean. Mark was already standing outside his cell, rubbing a hand over his face. Mark—the closest thing I had to a friend in this place. He was in for financial fraud. Two hundred thousand dollars stolen from the government because he was desperate to feed a daughter and a pregnant wife. He hadn’t seen them in two years. And I couldn't imagine how hard that must have been for him. He carried that guilt like a chain around his neck, but he smiled more than anyone else here. Maybe that was how he survived.

I managed to calm my nerves, channeling that inner peace within me. "Are you ready for this? In no time, they will be calling." When Mark says They, my balls start to shake and quiver. Those are criminals. Notorious evil criminals, and here I'm trying to be Superman. Mark finishes the secret wiring for contact in my body. His radio beeps. Mark clicks the button abruptly, "Officer, any update?" "Yes, captain, one of the hostage-takers is ready to speak with you." "Okay, put me in."

"On the charges of child molestation, assault and rape, we find Mark Christian guilty," "Life in prison with no chance of parole," "You're gonna die alone, Jay!" Mark laughed the words as he extended his arms behind his back, flinching ever-so-slightly as an officer etched into the skin of his wrist with a handcuff too tight for comfort. "You're too much like our whore of a mother,"

"He can have the girl or he can have the empire. He cannot have both. Get the car. We are going to the estate now." The walls of the visitor’s room in the jail were a dull, peeling gray. Mark sat on a hard plastic chair, his hands shaking as he gripped the cold telephone receiver. He looked terrible. His expensive shirt was wrinkled and stained, and the bruises on his face had turned an ugly shade of yellow. He pressed the numbers for the Visser Group. He had called them ten times already, but no one would pick up. This time, after five rings, a man answered.

Seeing him in such a condition made me happy. Did he think he was going to hurt me and get away with it? Was I going to let him off the hook? Mark, my chief investigator, who was the one in charge of this assignment walked over to me. “Good job, thank you for bringing this bastard to me,” I said with a smirk plastered at the corner of my lips. “That's not a problem sir, he thought he could outsmart us as he was trying to escape but we caught him without any hesitation. Whoever he was calling, he was trying to seek help.” Mark explained.