Prisoner Novels & Stories

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with

she questioned me. "I am just curious," I replied. "Okay, I will tell you, don't just talk about it anyhow in here. You get me," she says. "Yeah, I will surely do as you say, friend," I replied. "His name is AK-50, as you have already known, and as you should know, he is one of the many survivors in this prison. He is a very wicked prisoner, more so than the boss. You should not go near him. And sometimes the chief guards use some of us for some activities here in the prison, so we would fight among ourselves and still be under them as long as possible," she explains.

Goel guided me through the way to the basement where weapons and criminals were kept. " Her majesty wants to meet the prisoner," Goel informed the guards and unlocked the door. I entered inside the dark damp wooden hutch. Goel lit the fire stick and brought it close to the prisoner's face. I saw one middle aged man covered in blood, only wearing a thin cloth around his waist. He was tied up on the cross with the nails pierced in his feet and palms. His head was down and he was barely breathing. " Do you want to save your people, Moretz Jonas."

written at it's back and a short black shorts or trousers. They engage in different activities like singing, playing basketball, chess game, discussions and other talents, a closed door with the tag "Hard Labour" is at the edge of the inner prison gate, a vibrant lady pulled the door with force, the people inside were washing clothes, dirty dishes, breaking hard bricks, pushing trucks of chain and many stressful labour, the lady wave her hand around her nose as the place stinks badly. "Prisoner 0519, you've a visitor." she announces loudly and immediately Noah rushes out of the crowd looking unkempt, his beard look haggard with his busy hair, he scratched his

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

"I don't see you in chains, why should I believe you?" "I may not be in chains but my friends are out there barred from coming in here and I've been barred from seeing them or talking to them. Isn't that enough for me to call myself imprisoned?" Dark spots shifted on the wooden door as the door looked me up and down. "What is your name?" "Shawn. DeShawn Hunter." "My name is Pyne. I figure you should know my name if you are so desperate for help. But now what do I get in return for helping you?"

Leka pov, Lying on the floor I could not stand the cold so I sat up on the floor and leaned against the wall and stared the cell steel door.. My new name is prisoner no.103.. I got this name for the sins I did.. Now I spending my days in jail as the punishment for the sins I committed against my friend rosie.. I don’t deserve to call her as my friend.. How could I be her friend who I tried to kill her when she was pregnant ??.. May be nowadays God punishing the sinner immediately that is why I was punished instantly for the sin I committed.. My thoughts are interrupted by jailor voice,

"Are you sure you don't have any more information you'd like to share, Mr. Brown? This is your last chance. Otherwise, you'll have to face the consequences of what you did. You could stay in prison for the rest of your life." "So life imprisonment is the worst the Diamond Pack do to its criminals." Jack whispered by her side. "Mr. Brown, do you know where Arden and his allies are?" the judge asked, as a last attempt to get something useful out of him. "I wouldn't say even if I did. The man is a beast. You wouldn't go after him, even if your life depended on it." The troublemakers started to scream and push people forward, so they could get closer to the stage.

The man is less older than fifty, not so big in his body, but he can't see his face, because his back is turned to him Dear new cellmate, Mahone utters silently, then drops himself on the single bed. Who knows what kind of criminal you are. A psychopath? Child abuser? Sex defender? A murderer? Or maybe, if God helps, a drug dealer? He sighs and puts an arm below of his head, shutting his eyes "Why aren't you in juvenile prison?" a deep, gentle voice comes from the upper bed Mahone lifts himself up, "Who are you? He hears a chuckle in reply. "It doesn't matter who I am, does it? Fine, my name is Two G.

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.