Prisoners Of Fate Novels & Stories

To hide and survive alone The one memory I had suppressed for years came back in a thousand folds, taunting me. It was a usual day at the orphanage and we were ordered to clean up the dorms. I was only thirteen years old then. We had all been ordered to clean the dorms. Typical punishment for something none of us probably did. That’s when Laila, the meanest girl in the dorm took my shoes and hid them.

A top-notch model with a seductive look and an incredibly beauty, yet, arrogant bitch. Robert looked at the calendar on his cell phone screen as he walked in and pressed a button under his desk. The secret chamber closed with a smooth swift. In an instant, a large display cabinet closed the existing space and transformed into an ordinary office. Today is Jojo's deadline of hunting and finding Snow's identity then signed a work contract with her. But until afternoon, there wasn't any news from him. Robert tapped his fingers impatiently on his desk. Jojo never been failing so far to find and hunt some fresh newcomers as junior talents for Fashion Blast before. So, this time..

They should have tortured him before killing him," Eliot was shocked by the sudden change in Samantha's voice, it was menacing, filled with pure evil. Just then their attention was once again brought back to the screens. " ..the police are currently looking for the prisoners who escaped last night. It is believed that the three, Sophie Rogers, Debra Orton and Camille Smith received assistance from the notorious black ops who secured their flawless escape from prison. The police is kindly asking the general public to be on high alert and notify the police should they spot the three fugitives. The three are considered dangerous since they serve life imprisonment, each having been convinced of

I groaned as I attempted to tug it off, but it was useless since the chains tightened with each movement I made. “Don't bother; blondie and witchy made sure we would not escape.” Henry drawled. Stunned, I noticed that he was in the same position I was in, only that he was restrained with something far better than chains. “Even if you managed to pull off the chains, there is no way we can walk through that door because we are trapped with hocus-pocus and spiked darts.” He wrinkled his nose whilst lifting a red dart up. “This got stuck in my neck when I tried to escape. Those b*tches are so clever.”

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

I heard myself muttered this word. The contract is real. I have to be responsible on my decision. I have to be serious on this contract or else, be imprisoned for breaching the contract. Then, I received an e-mail from the Writer's Luck that says, Dear Miss Russell, This is just an additional instruction from the previous mail we have sent you. Please click the link below for the additional instructions for the final round of competition. However, cellular phones or tablets will not be able to open the said link. H**p://xxxxxxfinalcompetitionxxxx.com/GoldenPhoenix

She bowed her head in reverence. Rowan raised his hands to quiet the murmurs that started as soon as people realized who he was. “Listen, we don’t have time to explain it all. But I am sure some wolves here that have young pups will love to enlighten the others of this pack. Just know that Alpha Vince, Beta Morgan, and Alpha Brandon have all been taken into custody for the crimes that they have committed here.” “Where is the Gamma?” I shook my head. “Dead.” Anopther gasp rippled through the crowd.

Just lock them up for now," Julian intervened. He then placed a reassuring hand on Alonzo's shoulder, adding, "I believe you. After all, Norman has always advocated for peace at the council meetings. If he truly wanted to end the war, he wouldn't abuse prisoners." Just then, Mario entered the room and handed Julian a file. "These are the records for those 11 prisoners. Two have retired and returned to civilian life, but the other nine have vanished without a trace as if erased from existence." 'Could those prisoners have become Shadows?' The thought crossed my mind, but I kept silent, opting to mind-link Julian instead.

“The captives must move now.” I looked across the square. He was right. The fight was spreading. Emberfall’s side was beginning to push Lucian’s forces back, but the captives were still too exposed. Ethan. Ingrid. Elara. Elder Jorren. The neighbouring Alphas. Malcolm. Charles. Tired officers who could barely stand. If Lucian’s soldiers realised they were losing, they would start killing prisoners just to take something with them.

Declan said turning away, Layana gave her mother a gentle smile before Jonathan led them down the hall to the next cell. They had reached the final of the 11 prisoners, the other 6 were priests or priestesses of the fortress. Out of the 10 they had seen, 6 had agreed to help them, whilst 3 seemed too far gone and 1 refused. Alden had returned to their side as had Aren,