Superjail Characters Novels & Stories

“I’ve been arrested under false pretenses.” “Have they gone mad down there? Give me a moment.” I hang up. I glance at Eric. His smirk hasn't wavered. “Calling reinforcements, Mia?” he sneers. “Let me guess, Alexander? That man can’t even afford to pay attention, let alone bail you out.” I don't dignify his comment with a response. Instead, I sit on a chair, letting the silence stretch. Minutes tick by. Then, the door bursts open again. Two senior officers enter. One of them clears his throat awkwardly, avoiding my gaze as he whispers to the officer standing guard. The younger man stiffens, nods, and immediately uncuffs me.

Raymond wished they would just talk talk without involving but it seemed it was not going to be like that. “So, Ray man. We are freelancers. Our clients are criminals, rich criminals. They have committed some petty crimes and will be sent to jail. So we become them, get their face, their fingerprints and we go to prison in their place. You can go think about it and come back” the Jailbreaker explained briefly “if you have any questions, you can ask Stan because I am not opportuned with enough time now” he dismissed them rudely. “That was quite a complete and concise brief” Stan shook hands with him and they left.

My first meeting with Chris felt like a dark joke. It was my third year in jail. I was on the prison factory floor. I was staring at the newspaper, lost in Falcone's midyear financials, when a voice sounded above my head. "Leverage is too high. If I were you, I'd dump the two strip clubs and cash out immediately." I looked up to see a man in a tailored suit. He didn't look like an inmate. In fact, he looked like he'd walked in from a boardroom.

They operated with a deep sense of justice, each person having their own reasons for joining. Among them were Stan, Ven, and Marco. Ven, a doctor. Marco, a business tycoon. Stan, the son of the renowned retired Captain Suarez of Military Unit Batch 384. They were men who had been disappointed by the system, refusing to turn a blind eye to the injustice they had once believed in. And at the center of it all was Kane Soren Vitali—the leader, the alpha, the artist. The strongest among them. And yet… he had been kidnapped. Just like that.

"Miss Zoye—-" "I'm here to announce that Josh and his gang is arrested for bullying and killing Miles. Also, i have an arrest warrant Lucas Volkov, Min Moura, and Jung Wiallsome. Please, arrest them." She turned to the cops. It wasn't long when all three of them were grabbed by the police officers. "Yoon-Moura." James looked at the short highted boy with wide eyes. He can now recognise the famiAliciarity in his features.

“Aren’t you the one always trying to convince me there is more to this world than we’ve been told? Five minutes after I dreamed about her coming to see me, Jeannine called for the first time in years. Said she was gonna take the Louisiana bar, not the New York one, because Cassandra told her to. And six months later, the cops want me for a double murder I didn’t do.” “What the hell is going on in here?” shouted a third voice. It was the Golem, also known as Charley Mouton. Mouton was of average height, clean-shaven, with white, curly hair and Coke-bottle glasses. The lines in his white skin made him appear older than he was. He hobbled in, leaning heavily on his cane, eyes darting back and f

Jin Daniels the one who controlled the majority of international exchange in the Mafia, Greg fisher The cities police commissioner, Marco Sullivan the arms dealer, Julius Franklin the presiding judge, Lucas Frieng the consigliere of the Moretti family and the Most unstable unhinged man in the room; Carlos, the trainer and supervisor of all the men who worked under the name Moretti. Together these men created the Entity known as the Moretti family and at the helm was Damian Moretti.

Dahlia and Jasmine both flinched visibly when they heard Mr. Sullivan's name. In under a minute, footsteps echoed through the hallway, and the door was kicked open. A group of heavily tattooed men stormed in, and at their head stood a bald man with a brutal face and a gold chain around his neck. That man was none other than Mr. Sullivan, the notorious local loan shark. He glanced around before fixing his gaze on Dad. "Is this your so-called plan, Jack? What the hell is this mess? You've got to be kidding me, right?"

She said putting the cards on the floor to the side where all the dead cards went. “It ain’t no meme boy,” Sahil joined in, waiting for his character to respawn, “Your buddy is the main character and this entire world has been designed to keep him on top.” “If you’re so sure, why are you helping us?” Rehan asked. “Can’t say no to less jail time,” Sahil shrugged, “dang it.” he cursed as his character got killed again. Farhan sighed. These were the best warriors available. At least Rizwan and Shahid were taking their roles seriously-

“Anyone else ex-army types?” “Nope. Holt was a bouncer in New York’s worst dive bars, and did some moonlighting on bodyguard duty. Jinx was a lawyer, a public defender. Rebel was a drug dealer from age fourteen, and he knows what the inside of a prison cell looks like, for damn sure. You know that Viking was a doctor. Arrow was a teacher. As far as I know, Saint’s like you, and has always been into tattoo design and artistry. Cowboy was a pro football player.” He shrugged, laughed a bit. “We’re kinda all over the place. Saints and sinners, educated professionals and street thugs. Lots of jail time, I guess, but not everyone has some. Wolf does, and Cole. Dux does, but not Drake. Ice does too