Revenge Forged In Prison Novels & Stories

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The prisoner took a deep breath as he pondered her words. “Vengeance you say,” he uttered in a voice that no longer sounded weak but rather as though it was now filled with a long lost hate. He heaved himself up and moved forward to grasp the gate of his cage. Korrina took a step back as he gripped the bars with one hand and laid his other arm between one of the gaps, revealing half of it to be severed and bandaged. The sight of it made Korrina swallow in disgust, but it also allowed her to muse the thoughts of revenge in her own mind.

Jasmine, but fortunately she had her son by her side to comfort and support her. On his side, Mr. Vigan had no one. He didn't adapt quickly to life in prison. Between the occasional violence, the arguments and the petty problems between the different prison clans, he hadn't yet found his place. He didn't feel at home. He was, however, a strong-minded person. Someone with many tricks up his sleeve. He knew he lived in a big jungle among big predators, but surviving and resisting so as not to be devoured by the strongest was something he excelled at ; a situation he could handle. It was something he relished and would gradually become his source of motivation. It would give him enough rage to

I close my eyes, letting the flame of revenge invade my mind. Every humiliation, every pain endured becomes a tool. Every trial of prison, a learning experience. The cruel laughter, the blows, the whispers… all are material to prepare my revenge. I am no longer just Cassandra the prisoner. I am Cassandra, strategist, observer, vengeance incarnate. I sit up slightly, my fingers gripping the notebook against me. My breathing is slow, controlled, each inhale a step toward patience, each exhale a silent challenge: — Survive… observe… transform… strike… I murmur, my voice hoarse but determined.

No one knows you're hell Morgathor. “They should have just brought her to this prison, didn’t her mother trap us here?” A man behind me says. “Then we’ll finally be able to get our revenge.” “I was locked here without any valid reason. If I find her daughter, I’ll tear her limb from limb,” another fires just beside me. “We deserve revenge!” another lady shouts from far behind, and the entire prison erupts into a scream, “YEAH!!!” Fuck me. I inhale and exhale sharply, “Right now, I’m just a normal girl like everyone else,” I murmur to myself. “Just stay out of everyone’s face.”

Her desire for revenge had blinded her. She had let her anger and hurt consume her, leading her down a path of destruction. But now she saw the error of her ways. Forgiveness, not revenge, was the key to healing and moving forward. Her newfound understanding was not just an intellectual concept but a deeply felt conviction. She had come to understand that forgiveness was not just about letting go of the past but about embracing the present with compassion and kindness. A new inmate, a young woman named Maria, was thrown into the cell next to hers. Maria was hardened, bitter, and angry, having been sentenced to prison for a crime she swore she didn't commit. Sofia saw the pain and desperation

The pain was so immense that I couldn't even cry out; tears slid silently down my face, each drop a testament to my shattered spirit. Eleven years later in prison, I received the best gift ever: a second chance at life. I was granted clemency based on my good behavior. It was unexpected, but I guess God had heard my cries, giving me this one chance to repay Marcus for all he had done to me. Revenge burned within me, and I was ready to lay down my life to make Marcus pay for every one of his crimes.

He sighed as he leaned back and settled his red orbs on me. " Revenge has never been something I take to heart, I mean we should learn to forgive and just move on. I know I was used and rejected five years ago, but look at me right now, I have a steady job, a kid to take care of and friends who expect more from me. I can't just throw all these away in the name of revenge which could end me up jail or somewhat worst, death. I can't die now, especially not without watching my baby girl become way better than me in life. "

Bartholomew's pov: Everything was ready for my escape. I have studied the guard's movements several times. I know their schedule and all their habits. All I need is luck and everything to go according to my plan. All this time in prison one thing kept me alive and focused on my plan: Take revenge on Alexander the Alpha of the Silver Dawn Pack. He will pay dearly for everything he has done against me. Here in prison the conditions are not usually the best. Many of my enemies wanted to take revenge on me for putting them here, but they didn't succeed. I have always been very careful with my moves and made it clear that anyone who messes with me will not have a happy ending.

"What do you want me to do? Quentin, I'm begging you—please help my mom! Her heart condition is really bad. She's already had two surgeries. Take your revenge on me if you have to, but please, let my mom go!" I couldn't make out his expression. My knees throbbed with pain from kneeling on the hard wooden floor. He grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked my head up, and slapped my cheek with his other hand in a mocking way. "Revenge on you?" he sneered. "You're nothing. As long as you keep doing what I want, I'll keep dangling your mom's life over your head. Letting her die peacefully is too easy for her." I couldn't remember how I made it back to our cabin. Quentin had brought me inside, locked