Prisoner Novels & Stories

The crimes they had committed were so serious that it wasn't a place to lock them up but for them to await their death. The prisoners, however, consisted of all men and not a single female. How did Raeleigh manage to get in and get in touch with someone from the inside? Unconsciously tightening the clenching of his fists, Jepherson stared at Raeleigh, who pursed her lips and didn't say a word. After some time had passed, Jepherson asked, "Who is it?" "A prisoner. His name is Austin Quirk." "Austin Quirk?" Jepherson did not know that man, but judging from the name, Jepherson knew that the man was not an ordinary person. Looking a

I uttered to him. “ yeah I know some prizes are meant to be cherished but not this one instead she’s met to be prisoned so I wouldn’t lose it. So my dear friend she’s my prize, my prisoner and I tend to do what I see fit to her just me” I added making him look at me with amusement laced in his eyes. “ Ok Dominic, I believe you always know what you are doing” he muttered to me. “Sure Darren” And with that he took his leave and I could only stare at the person lying unconscious.

Indeed, their judgment prioritized humanity. According to the man's story, he was a prisoner who had been confined in isolation for a long time. He was accused of conspiring to poison the respected Madam Rossie several years ago. He was a village resident on the border with no family. Mark and Laurens were touched by his story. "Don't worry, Old Man, you'll be free soon. We were just detained for rioting issues, even though I just shouted to demand clarity about the village funds," Laurens said with a smile.

It was this maniac’s tactic to offer chicken soup to his mates to divert their attention in keeping an eye on her so she could get out, but that was all his plan. When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her!

A face of a man I used to look up to, used to admire. “That’s no way to talk to your future father-in-law.” He was closer now, I wince at his proximity. “Please, please let me go, Uncle, please,” I beg without looking towards him. He barks a laugh into my ear, “I’m not your uncle!” He grabs the chain that’s attached to the shackle around my neck and pulls, “On your feet!” The silver shackle cuts into my chin as he pulls me to make me stand. He roughly grabs my chin to look towards my jailer, my father’s best friend; Samual.

He was equally surprised that I was calling, and had a lot of stories to share, all of which I bore zero interest in. “Um – Noah, Noah, Noah… Sir, you’d have to give me a few minutes to peruse my files. This prison is full of many convicts that I can barely remember all their names. I only keep tabs with the crazy lunatics…” he said. He had a breathy gravelly voice that pictured him as a short man with a pot belly and a tiny mustache.

S E R I N E I honestly couldn't believe where I was at. Never did I imagine myself in a jail cell with two other people in just because I had done what I wanted to do all my life. And that was to beat the hell out of Kelly. Unfortunately for Levine and I- we were in separate cells, therefore I hadn't seen her ever since I gotten in the cell. "Hey cutie," I almost cringe. I ignore the person who had just said that and stare up into space.

Mason told me the only reason they have a kitchen is for when the vampire king has human guests around. We lie to the guards, saying it's time for Mom to eat. “Hi, Mason. How are you doing today?” the guard in front of the dungeon says. Luckily, Mason’s good friends with him. He’ll allow me to enter without making a fuss. “I’m doing well. How are you doing, Sam?” Mason asks. “I’m good. You must be here to give the prisoner in cell 201 her food.” “Yes.” “Open the tray,” he says, and Mason does as he asks. He checks the tray for sharp objects. Once he’s sure that there is none he clears us to go in.

Yet, as she stepped into the confines of the prison, little did she know that this journey would lead her to redemption and a new beginning. Within the austere confines of the prison, Sunita, the warden, stood as a beacon of hope. Her unwavering belief in reform, rather than mere punishment, set her apart. As she pored over Ritu's file, her eyes saw beyond the criminal record. She perceived a glimmer of potential, a spark that could be nurtured and ignited. Ritu's crime was severe, but Sunita recognised the circumstances that had led her astray and the genuine remorse she harboured. This recognition prompted Sunita's resolve to offer Ritu a chance at rehabilitation. It was an opportunity to

The notes the inspector took ran as follows. Pranav’s relationship with victim – strained. Jyoti, suspicious movements. Why wouldn’t she move away from the door. Something else is going on