Spider-man Jail Novels & Stories

And with that, he walked toward the convoy—not just a man returning from war, but a husband returning to the woman he fought the whole world to protect. He was her sword. Her shield. Her vengeance. And now. he would be her peace. Meanwhile – Maximum Security Detention Facility, New York City 3:12 PM – Holding Cell C4 The metal door clanged shut with the sound of a sentence carved in stone. Adrian St. Marc lay unmoving on the side of his cot, clad in a plain orange jumpsuit, wrists handcuffed in front of him. The cold metal dug into his skin, but he didn't move. His eyes stared forward, blank but calculating.

"You okay? You look pale." "Just tired. Long week." I forced a smile. "Let's go find Vanessa." The penthouse had been transformed into a superhero wonderland. Spider-Man decorations covered every surface. A massive balloon arch framed the entrance to the living room. Tables were laden with themed snacks…"web fluid" juice boxes, "power-up" pizza bites, cookies decorated like masks. And in the middle of it all, wearing a full Spider-Man costume complete with mask pushed up on his head, was Liam.

I sneered, my voice dripping with venom, holding the controller in my hands, zapping him any time I wanted. In the last few months, Ryan had been caught trying to make escape plans from his cell, which made me contact Rodriguez for his help. As part of a mafia gang, the police cells were nothing to them as they easily escaped places like this. So, we decided to keep him here, with men constantly guarding the basement every second of the day. Ryan laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “Of course I didn't think so, but I will" he taunted, his eyes glinting with mockery.

Apparently when skinheads nearly murder your not-yet-convicted fiancé, there’s a little more leeway on visiting hours. The prison grounds were a depressing collection of buildings on a small island three miles from Manhattan, smack dab in the middle of the East River. I had never known it existed until the arraignment that morning; now it was the source of all my fears, and the obsessive center of all my thoughts. Johnny and I were escorted into the hospital wing by a couple of armed guards. We saw Sebastian and Bert first; they were standing next to a hospital bed. “Connor!” I screamed, and broke into a run.

“Right, you’re father who’s in a New Jersey prison.” “Not anymore. I tried going to the prison two years after I made manager at the boutique. He had refused to see me. I went back a year later and they told me he had been transferred. For some reason they wouldn’t tell me where they transferred him to. Being a natural reporter, I found out he had been moved to Rikers Correctional Center. Since then, I have tried to see him twice a year and . . . he has refused to see me every time.” “So you started to track down his old cell mates to get answers,” Bruce guessed as his hand squeezed around hers.

Two officers escorted me to my new cell, my forehead creased when they seemed too careful of their actions and too gentle as they held my arms. “Drop the act, you idiots,” I commented. “We’re doing our job, Miss Young.” “An officer should maintain peace and order inside the jail, not babysit a prisoner. Besides don’t call me that, you used to call me Jada Young right?” I’m sure Drake Spencer used his power to threaten this two. It sucks that even in this country, people with power rule. The officer heaved a deep sigh and didn’t bother to reply anymore. But before we made a turn in the corner my eyes were hooked by television, and the man that was in possession of two officers with the same u

I say, hearing the man on the other end of the line chuckle excitedly. "Don't tell me you miss me." he teases, causing me to pull my lips together in a tight smile. No, I was not. Leaving prison was like being reborn and given a second chance and I definitely, without a doubt, miss that place. However, I made contacts in jail that are needed here, like the Captain, for example. Juan Fernandez is a Peruvian, naturalized Brazilian and with a great sense of humor for someone who had a difficult childhood and the misfortune of having been adopted by abusers, nowadays he is a well-known drug dealer in the criminal underworld, but extremely respected and that's why that I need your help.

Fear immediately enveloped my body as I felt the sides of my eyes beginning to sting. "W-what are you doing?! Let go of me! This is harassment!" I yelled at him. "You'd be jailed for doing t-this!" "Oh, I'm going to have a taste of you first before you can even call the cops on me. And then, it'll be so worth it to spend another decade in jail," he laughed like a mad man which brought larger fear in my being. This man is an ex-con?! "Fuck you! Let me go! Help! P-please, help!"

Mary said. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” Yes, of course, I’ll handle it, I have to make sure that guy feels what I’m feeling right now, being in prison for a mistake I never did, it sucks, I wasted a lot of my time being locked up here. At first, I thought this was the end of my life but it turns out, this is just the beginning of everything, and I’ll make sure no one can bring me down this time. •••

Stefan. I leaned against the plush leather chair, my fingers drumming against the armrest as I scanned the tall lean figure standing right in front of me. “Leave us!”I said to Spider. But he didn’t move, he looked horrified. “Are you sure boss?” “Did I stutter?” Spider shook his head and cleared his throat, seeing the angry look on my face. “Okay boss, I’d be right outside the door.” The door clicked shut and I straightened, a smirk playing on my lips.