Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

“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.

"After killing my friend, you have the guts to live happily?" "Kill?" Candy frowned hard. "Oh you haven't heard? Mark was stabbed in the prison you sent him to. He was stabbed by his cellmate," Candy didn't know what to say; this was unexpected. Her eyes widened in shock. Mark is dead? "Answer me," the guy made to touch her, but a strong hand grabbed him tight and hard, definitely going to leave bruises. Diego pushed him down to the floor. "The fuck?" the guy snapped as he stood. Another guy that was with him held his shoulder.

"Okay, but how does Mark fit into all of this?" "That's what we need to figure out." "I'm sorry to interrupt, Alpha Beaumont and Alpha Harvey, but he's ready," Chris announced once he entered the security room. "Lead the way," I answered, following him out of the room with Alexander trailing behind me. It didn't take long for us to make it to the dungeon. They had Mark sitting in a chair with his wrists shackled with silver cuffs to the arms of the chair. I was tickled by how he whined as the silver burned his flesh. The silver burning him would be the least of his worries. "I'll take care of him, Alexander."

Laurens said in semi-panic. "Trouble!" Mark was worried too, but unlike the response from the old prisoner who was now free from the iron chain that had bound him for several years. "Found you!" the guard yelled with his baton raised. Thud! A moment later, the guard was found dead with a single stab by the old prisoner who had just been freed by Mark and Laurens. Despite the guard's intention not to harm or attack them, Laurens and Mark did not escape from the old man's lethal hairpin.

As the two prisoners lay motionless, one of the guards stood over them, his voice booming like thunder over the cowering group: "Anyone who stirs up chaos here—be it man or woman—will meet the same fate as these two, or worse! Keep your silence if you wish to keep your lives until we reach Le Brique... He paused, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he scanned their fearful faces... "Save your energy to survive the horrors waiting for you there, you fools! Inside those walls, you will face monsters in the shape of men—guards and prisoners alike. And don't forget... You have Mr. Mark Christo right behind you. Watch yourselves carefully...