Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

“I could have you arrested for breaking and entering.” “Try it,” Owen challenged. “And explain to the Council why you have a locked room with fresh blood in it.” The standoff hung there, tension crackling like electricity. Marcus’s enforcers moved closer, their intentions clear. Kade and Owen shifted into defensive positions, putting themselves between Marcus and me. And I stood there, trapped in my old prison, staring at blood that belonged to someone I didn’t know, someone who was suffering the way I had suffered. Who was it? Who was Marcus hurting now? And how could I save them when I could barely save myself?

He borrowed a servant's phone to call me. The call had barely connected when a scowling Frendo, his face equally stormy, snatched the phone. "Lena! Have you thrown enough of a tantrum yet? Lily has already forgiven you. George and I are willing to forgive your jealousy and mistakes too. Isn't that enough? "Come home right now. Otherwise, the Marking Ceremony and the banquet…" "The Marking Ceremony ended the moment you turned your back on me. We're done, Frendo." I cut him off coldly and, without hesitation, tossed the phone into the lake beside the villa.

Chapter 2 "Thanks Artie." I smile at Aurther the head chef of the prison, a gentle giant of a man who got stuck here after killing a man in self defense. Everyone loves him. He is friendly, polite and always helping those that don’t cause him any trouble. The best part is if you are kind to him and help him in the kitchen, then you’ll earn extra desert in this hell hole. “Not a problem Alli Cat. Also, take this.” Holding out a cupcake to me, I quickly reach over and receive the treat and place it onto my tray, my necklace slipping out from under the collar of my shirt and catching the light.

The guards, prison workers and the omegas we encountered on our way to the cells bowed their head as a gesture of respect when they saw me. At first I thought they were showing respect to their alpha as Vince was with me the whole time, but even after he walked past them, they showed respect to me. It was overwhelming. However, when we reached where Nancy and Mark were interrogating a rogue they captured from the battle field, my focus turned towards him. He was chained with silver - probably to weaken his wolf so he wouldn’t shift and fight against the guards out of the blue. Regardless, the determination on his face didn’t waver. Our gazes met and his lips curled in a sneer. I raised a bro

“Also, I had only escaped from prison in search of help! After all, those guards weren’t even guards of that prison! They were impersonators!” After saying all that, four individuals stood up… and among them, was Mark. Clearing his throat, he then said, “I can testify that. I had gone to the prison to visit her that night, but not only was the place dark, the gates were locked as well. What’s more, there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. Just as I was contemplating whether I should attempt to enter, Xavia came limping out. Her right leg was bleeding, and she collapsed to the ground shortly after she saw me!”

he added as he paused for a moment. When there was no response, his expression shifted from irritation to suspicion. He fumbled with his keys and quickly unlocked the gate, stepping inside cautiously. "Alright, man, this isn't funny at all. Show yourself and mention your damn number," he demanded as he pulled back the blanket to reveal the empty bed. His eyes widened in shock as he realized the trick. He spun around, rushing out of the cell and grabbing his radio. "We have an escapee! Prisoner 105, Marko, is missing!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the halls as the alarm began to blare.

Final. “You were given choices, Mr. Keller,” he said, voice low but powerful. “You chose manipulation. You chose violence. You chose to become a weapon in someone else’s hands. That is your burden now.” The silence was suffocating. “You are hereby sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.” Mark collapsed into himself. His head fell, shoulders slumping as the bailiffs approached. He didn’t resist. Didn’t speak. As they took him away, I watched. Still frozen. Still staring.

More about the marks, and more about her father really. As the two sat there, beginning to talk about little things. Cordovia surprisingly opened up about the foster family that had abused her, along with others. Although she wasn’t crying, she was shaking at remembering every little detail that followed before and after the beatings. Her father gently gripped her hand, and looked into her eyes. “I will always protect you. Even if I am sick, you will always be protected. Now eat something, I must admit, you have school tomorrow. And rest is what you need too. Just, please bare with me Cordovia, and you will love it here.” He said, as he stood up from the table. She could tell he was tired, s

Johny’s POV— ( Past Life) The Mark I have known has changed. Even when he first started working with us, he was very reserved and hardly spoke. I was the only person with whom he would talk and even with me he hardly spoke a few sentences, leave alone laugh or even smile! The boss always tells me still now that Mark is best in the kidnapping job because neither does he get attached to the victims nor does he hurt them! He always maintains a straight and cold, detached demeanour! He has even kidnapped women before but never ever did he slip!

I couldn't make myself weak in front of him or my other prisoner. I grabbed Marcus by the collar. “Fix this. I don't care how but you will.” Marcus bowed his head. “Yes, sir.” I gave him a light shove and started towards Mark. “And the guard?” He asked. “Kill him.” “Yes, sir.” I returned to my seat in front of Mark and he began to sob. “Please, please, let me go. I did nothing wrong. You've got the wrong guy… oh God” Tears streamed down his face. What beautiful acting.