Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

I beg, and his strength relaxed, his voice became low yet firm, He agreed, "Okay, I'll give you this night. But if by tomorrow evening you don't have the location of the multimillion-dollar diamond, then I'll have my way and throw you into a deep, darker prison than you've ever experienced in your life.” His last words had been hammering on my head. Mark is my only redemption, but right now he's nowhere in London Docklands; he left to die under the table of his stepfather. ***** “Theresa has been the one he loved not me," I whispered, as is sat comfortably on the plus couch,

Fabian passed me in what looked like a pendrive. I was grateful that my man was able to get something. Alessia excused herself as the doctor came out and assured us that Mark will be fine. I waited until Alessia was done with the call. I don't want any harm coming to her under my watch. Once done, both of us walked inside and I stopped at the edge of the bed. Mark was unconscious and has many scars on his face. He looked deep in sleep. “We are glad he came out well” Alpha Trevor started from beside me.

I was heading back to a cage, to a man I hated. But this time, I wasn’t just running for my status. I was running to keep the only man I’d ever truly wanted from becoming my executioner. As the rain turned into a relentless downpour, washing away the mud but not the memory of his touch, I understood: the mark wasn’t just a symbol of Vance’s power. It was a prison. And the walls were closing in. I need to get rid of this. As soon as possible.

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.

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...

he says, “this is perfect. Someone innocent enough that we can’t act cleanly.” “I know,” I reply. “And if one of them carries a trigger?” he presses. “A marker disruptor. A signal?” I straighten. “Then refusing them won’t save us. It’ll just announce who we are.” The Alpha watches us carefully. “This decision won’t be unanimous,” he says. “No,” I agree. “It can’t be.” Silence stretches. The land hums — waiting. “We allow them in,” I say finally. “But not into the inner circle.”

That moonstone ring used to be everything I longed for. But now, in my eyes, it looked more like a pair of handcuffs. I had fought so hard to escape that cage. There was no way I would ever walk back into it. I shook my head. "I've already started over. I'm happy with the life I have now." Marcus didn't say anything else. He simply turned and left. Over the next few days, my phone wouldn't stop ringing.

no, he looked like those triplets that brought out laughter and gray hair in her. “Excuse me?” “You asked about my wrists; the metal of the shackles sometimes digs in too deep and causes bruises and cuts.” Chrystal held her breath as she listened to him; she was not prepared to hear something like that. She had thought the boy had tried to slit his wrists, but shackles? Was he in prison? Or was he treated as a slave? Kidnapped? Yes, maybe he had been kidnapped and had managed to escape. Oliver, for his part, didn't know what else to do; she looked dismayed, but that was the truth. He was afraid she would rat him out and turn him into Craig. Chrystal got up and collected the dishes, then retu