Prisoner Spoiler Novels & Stories

They might not get another chance like this anytime soon. So Jules huddled in the cupboard near the basement, waiting for Liam to do his part. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough, there were Liam’s panicked shouts and then the sounds of people in heavy boots running past the cupboard. Then everything went quiet. His heart pounding, Jules got out of the cupboard and quickly headed to the basement. He had no idea how much time he had: probably ten minutes, if he was lucky. It should be enough. It had to be. Hopefully the guards wouldn’t think to check on their prisoner—they rarely seemed to—so Jules hoped they wouldn’t find out that the Xeus was missing until the morning. And hopefully no

Curled up on the floor, bleeding and crying, I whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m a stray dog. I don’t deserve Alpha… I won’t love him again…” When my period stopped, I feared I was pregnant with Alpha’s pup and begged for medical attention. Instead, they laughed harder. “Where’s the pup, huh? Show us what’s so special about Alpha’s kid,” a guard mocked, jabbing my stomach with his baton. They pushed me until I blacked out. I woke on a cold operating table to the sound of a doctor’s derisive chuckle. “Pregnant and sentenced to Silver Prison? Were you screwing around outside? Irresponsible floozy.

"And I rewrite the laws as necessary." I tilt the vial. A single drop of the solution, charged with the metal’s resonance, hovers at the rim. "The name," I command. He stares at the vial. He looks at Kaleb, hoping for the 'good cop' to intervene. Kaleb just watches him with the cold indifference of an executioner. "It wasn't a guard," the prisoner babbles, his bravado shattering. "Who?" "Kitchens!" he screams. "The night prep chef! She left the key under the disposal unit!"

Faces - Raven, Callen, Lyra, Ezra - twisted, warped, turned into spinning, multicolored shadows that danced and shattered like a kaleidoscope. He let out a guttural cry, sweat pouring from his forehead as his eyes rolled. After more than ten minutes, his body finally began to still. His gaze turned blank, vacant, no longer showing defiance or willpower. As if his soul had fallen into a void. Only then did Lyra step forward. Her gray-blue eyes locked onto the glassy stare of the prisoner. She spoke, “Who are you?” The prisoner twitched slightly. His lips moved as if talking in a dream. A moment later, he muttered hoarsely, distorted, yet clear enough for all to hear,

His eyes narrow in confusion as he speaks, “We’re not sure exactly how all this went down, but one of the prisoners escaped. I wasn’t told any details; Ambrose came here to tell the Warden, and he let me know as well. Figured I should tell you.” “What’s his name?” I ask, surprised anyone escaped that place. “Her name is Aurora. She’s also the one who killed another prisoner on the way here.” “Oh.” “I can handle it if you want to get back in there?” He says, already backing away to head out. “No.” I’m certain no human can escape that place. I have a feeling I am going to want to meet this girl, and getting answers about her whereabouts will start at the prison. “Come on,” I say heading back i

“I don't know, okay?“ She looked close to tears. “Let us all calm down.“ Mane said. “Why does it even matter if I saw him or not? Did something happen?“ Mane, and I conveniently played dumb at that. “I'm talking to you.“ Audrey stood up and looked between the two of us. “What's going on?“ I signaled for Mane to leave us alone, and he did so quietly. When he left the room, she turned to me. “Well?“ She prodded. “Start talking.“ I know Audrey was as fiery as her hair, but I never liked being on the receiving end of her anger. “You know how I got summoned last night?“ “Yes?“ “It was because a prisoner broke out of the dungeons. We think someone helped him from the outside because two of our gua

The crowd surrounding us began to whisper among themselves again. "Are all abductors this cunning? He's impersonating another person." "Call the police right now! Tell them to take him away!" "The students are shivering in their shoes. He's such a terrifying man." "I'm not an abductor!" I shouted. "I'm here to pick up my son! Amelia is my wife!" Mr. Foster looked at me as if I had just told him a hilarious joke. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. The other person on the line picked up within seconds.

“Stay if you want. But you don’t interfere. You don’t speak unless I ask. And if it gets too much, you leave. No questions.” She steps closer. Stops right beside me. Close enough that I can smell her shampoo under the copper tang in the air. “Understood,” she says softly. I study her for another second, waiting for her to change her mind. She doesn’t. I turn back to the prisoner. “Last chance. Who sent you?” He spits again. “Go to hell.” I grip the pliers tighter. “Wrong answer.” I start with the fingernails. Slow. Methodical.

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

To get me out of the way for Simon Luther, the man who steals my position as heir of the Luther family, the three young women my dad took in as children and raised alongside me work together to send me to prison. "Once you get out of jail, one of us will marry you—but on one condition. You'd better take this secret to the grave." To stop me from revealing the truth, the three women even fed me a drug that rendered me mute. As the years go by, the endless and inhumane torment I endure in prison slowly destroys what feelings and affection I have for the three women I once considered my sisters. When we meet again, I watch impassively as the three of them fight to win the auction that gives