Spider-man Jail Novels & Stories

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.

The police obtained statements from the witnesses and checked the surveillance footage above my head. Edwin suffered disability and disfigurement within just a few minutes, but that was just the beginning. He was then sentenced to 18 years in prison for attempted murder with aggravating circumstances. His mother was also forcibly admitted to a mental hospital, where she lived in a single room with iron bars. Not long after, Otelia forwarded me another piece of news. [Recently, dozens of streetwalkers were arrested in an underground red-light district during a series of crackdowns on pornography and illegal activities. Among them was a woman suspected to be a former artist named Verne Arabell

I hear other men coming out of the vehicle that had Jayden and guns click. "I said all your weapons." The Spider's angry voice says and I bend down to my heels and start untying them. "I said weapons. Not fucking stripping." Spider shouts but I continue taking off my shoes. My eyes on Jayden. As soon as I'm done. I get up and return my hands to their surrender position then turn around towards the Spider and other men that I count to four.

The one who was pretending to be Uncle Marcus. “Yeah,” I said. “The cops busted him today. Now he is in jail and is not coming out any time soon. He is not able to harm you or anybody. Peter remained silent a little, accepting it. Will he ever come back? he at last questioned. No, no, no, no, Annabella said, drawing him near. “He’s in jail, Peter. Guards watching 24/7. He can’t get out. You’re safe.” What would happen should he run away as in such films? Peter heaved a sigh, voice rising higher.

Jaime stared down at the concrete floor of his holding cell and watched as a spider scurried into a corner. The spider—some little brown thing with more legs than sense—crawled up the wall, to hang in a web it’d created between the cell door and the wall. He wondered if this was a metaphor for his life. He’d gotten caught in a web, or maybe he was the spider stupid enough to create a web in a jail cell. He closed his eyes. He wished he could sleep, but the thought of closing his eyes in this place was unbearable.

"Relax, you're gonna like my big lock, it's like Iron Man's fist!" It was no use screaming, calling for help or begging, he had no mercy, he declared it and I was the jail's joy jar!

"And the cartel ties?" "The FBI moved in at dawn," Isadora said, her voice turning serious. "They picked up the 'contractor' in the Caymans. He sang like a bird. Adrian is currently in a holding cell in Lower Manhattan. He’s being charged with money laundering, racketeering, and corporate fraud. He’s done, Lucian. Truly done." I felt a weight lift off my shoulders so suddenly I had to grab the edge of the stove for support. It was over. The shadow that had been looming over us for a year was finally gone.

Jan had been taken to a nearby hospital, while Peter was taken to a nearby morgue. They checked Rodriguez in, and took him down to the last cell, where hardened criminals are kept, they took Lisa to a cell for females. Danny stepped outside the building, to call his boss. “Hello boss, we’ve gotten them” Danny said as soon as he heard a click on the other end of the phone line. “Great job buddy, now you would be able to confidently take my place, as the head of the New York field office” Wayne said. “I’ve already told the DOJ about the arrests, and we have applied for the extradition, by tomorrow, all coasts should be clear, and we should be fly Rodriguez and his gang back to the USA for pros

“Ace! Ace!” “Shut up,” Joker said to him viciously. “Shut up, or I’ll saw off his cock first thing, instead of last. You want that?” Right away, Spider’s voice died in his throat. Of all the things that he’d thought these men would do, that hadn’t even crossed his mind, and suddenly all he saw were years and years of nightmares in front of him. Years and years of wondering what the man that he loved had gone through, before finally being given the blessed release of death.

“That’s what this is about, huh? It’s got nothing to do with stopping the murder of two innocent people, does it? Oh, no. It’s all about saving your ass. Right?” Ace hesitated. “Well, yeah. I mean, I don’t want to go to jail…” “You deserve to go to jail,” Spider hissed. “You killed a man. More than one, actually.” Ace shook his head tiredly. “Liam, c’mon. No need to have this conversation again, OK? I just want to know that you’ll hang on to the gun.” “As a thank you for your selfless act?” Spider spat out. “For getting Mirrie and Mac out of harm’s way?”