Puri Puri Prisoner Novels & Stories

Clinks and friction accompany when the prison door is opened, and two people walk inside. Jo’s boss, and Purity. “Purity?” Jo looked shocked, and he shot Gemma an incomprehensible look. Gemma hadn’t had time to tell him that it was Purity who paralyzed her. “Sergi Jonathan.” Jo’s boss called Jo’s name coldly. “Girga Lyon. What’s this??” “Using only my best men to the last drop of his blood.” Girga Lyon smirked. Gemma wanted so badly to punch that face. She struggles from the snare of the handcuffs, diverting Girga Lyon’s attention to her.

“Why... why... why are they imprisoned? My master is a good person...” “It was Caroline’s own choice to be imprisoned with the Primordial Vampire in Figurati.” Arista’s eyes were blank. Her own choice? That meant... “My master really doesn’t need me anymore?” Seeing her lost and desolate expression, Martha Marriott hesitated for a moment before speaking again: “Your... I have taken you to see His Majesty first.” Arista didn’t care about Martha Marriott’s intentions to take her to see someone else. At the moment, she felt like she was being struck by reality, with only one phrase repeating in her mind: her master doesn’t need her anymore.

The rider alighted and opened the carriage as humans in prison clothes came down. I was not a bad person. I had a code— I did not kill innocent people but these humans were the scums of the earth. The one that I had chosen was a sexual abuser with more than 14 rape cases and had killed every of his victims. He even assaulted his cell mate and that made him my target. I would be doing the world a favor when I actually got rid of these dirtbags. The announcer asked us to move to the starting point as he let the prisoners go and without thinking they all ran into the woods.

Secured and in their grasps, the Officers pat me down – more like groped me- before dragging me to the back of a transport van alone and left in the dark with my fate unknown. ♔ That is how I become prisoner number five-zero-five-four. There was no trial, no Judge to decide my fate. To the law, I am an unwed fertile female in need of correcting. I needed a strict hand to guide me in becoming a proper female for society. With a sigh, I find that I am last to line up with the other and take a chance to look at the girls in the corridor. Many are like me, here for petty theft or burglary hoping to make a living and find some form of escape from the hell called the Capitol Slums. After our meal,

The chains weighed me down, making me feel very immobile. Damien's orders, I assumed, I bet. The man tightened the chain around my neck until it was choking me, then forcefully tugged me forward, and I stumbled forward with him. Each time the man's fingers tugged my neck, the metal would burn into my skin. And I ask myself, when did I go from a mafia princess to a slave I had read about in history books? I was one of those people who had no freedom. No rights. No humanity. That was exactly what I had become. As I was brought out of the church, I glanced back to look at the sky above me.

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.

Upon receiving an alert that Piper's parents had visited with videos of the prison events, Ezrah could not immediately show it to Zora because they were at her parents' house by then, showing support for Rush and Odette. “It's better than nothing,” Zora said with a sweet smile. The video started with hysterical screams from a familiar voice before showing a woman in a hunter-green prison uniform – Piper. From her expressions, it was evident that it was her first day in prison. Her hands were restrained behind her by an inmate, while another inmate repeatedly slapped her face. Her cheeks were swollen and burning, and she cried out, “Stop, I didn't do anything. Stop it,” she sobbed, defenseles

"Hey, who are you? Are you planning to take the girl away? Take me too!" "Please, take me too!" "Me too! Help! Help! I need your help!" "I'll pay you for the rest of my life, as long as you free me!" "Me too! I'll do anything if you help me!" "Help! Help! Help!" Instantly all the prisoners were in an uproar and they tried to whine at the man. The man looked increasingly agitated and a little scared as they were all noisy now. Which made the man just stare at Selena who covered her ears because of the noise and commotion.