Ten Days In A Madhouse Book Romane & Geschichten

“I was with Dad when he installed the security cameras and locks. They’re nicer than some people’s houses.” “I’d hate to see those houses.” I grab my elbows and rub my hands up and down my arms, suddenly feeling cold. “Hold on. Describe what you think they look like.” Grant says, cocking an eyebrow. “They’re horrible. The bars are coated in wolfsbane, and the shackles are basically torture devices. There’s no restroom, no windows, nothing but the stench of blood and refuse.” I feel sick just thinking about it. “Lindsey what kind of books have you been reading?” Deanna laughs. “This isn’t the medieval times. The detention cells are nice. It’s just a room with a toilet, sink, and bed. It’s clo

Charles I have been in coma for three months, why didn't these damn policemen allow me to die peacefully, who the fuck asked them to have my ass, and now that I woke up the first thing they did is to push me into the prison, they already sentence me to thirty years imprisonment even when I was in coma, why didn't they allow me to just die in peace, it's not surprising that non of my family members even asked of me, I have always promised myself that I rather die than step my feet into the prison wall but now that I already found myself in prison, they should get ready because I promise myself to get out of here within two months all thanks to Hennesy that thought me about the drug she took,

I exclaimed, grabbing Brian firmly on the elbow, scared of losing him now to any of the diseases she had just mentioned, “Accept my condolences ma’am.” “We are approaching waterloo as the day goes by. We have no one to turn to for help. These insane people will soon be homeless next spring. Do you know that roofs leak when it falls and the walls crack at the slightest wave?” She pointed my attention to the leaking roofs and cracked walls. “With no basic needs of life these unfortunate mad people were on the brink of being destroyed by insanity and lack.” She complained. I frowned in shock and stared at Brian as he stroked his hair ruggedly and caught a butterfly hovering across him, about to

"Who are you?" The mere three words from Kevin Hemsworth made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. Six months ago, after he fell from a horse and lost his memory, he asked me the same question. Back then, I gathered my courage and told him I was only a maid. That very night, I booked flights and fled with my family to a remote island no one knew about. But the moment I opened the courtyard gate, I was met with his cold blue eyes.

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Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

The risk of her telling Mama of my curiosity outweighed satiating the curiosity itself. I wondered, however, if Miss Aza would tattle on me, considering her heavy opposition to Mama's methods in the first place. ** Day three at the safe house and I felt like I was losing my mind. Besides access to the bathroom and the kitchen, I was locked in my room like a prisoner. I sat on my bed, writing nonsense for my n***l or watching antenna TV. Mama assured me that it wouldn't be long until we would be able to go back to the shop, but I was having a hard time putting faith in her words.

The only thing that greeted him there was a chain locking the door and a court order taped to the metal bars. All of my and Noah's belongings had been removed from the house. It was as if we'd never lived there at all. Jasper kneeled by the door, much like a homeless drifter. The neighbors spoke ill of him, eyes filled with disdain and mockery. The once highly respected Captain Lincoln had now become public enemy number one. But this was just the beginning. After all, I still had a trump card in my hands. It was something that would ruin Jasper for life, leaving him no room to ever start over again.

Third Person's POV Maximum Security Prison The visitation room carried the weight of a thousand broken promises. Mackenzie had been in places like this more times than he could count during his twenty-three years with the Bureau. Even after retirement, even after trading his badge for a consultant's credential, the smell never changed. Disinfectant trying to mask desperation. Industrial paint covering walls that had absorbed too many confessions.

“Most people don’t. She’s been out of the public eye for many years now.” As we drove, I explained just enough for her to understand. That Madelin lived in a beautiful house, tended to day and night by nurses, a doctor, a psychiatrist, and guarded by security. The home was more a fortress than a residence. “It sounds like a very luxurious prison,” Emily said, her voice almost a whisper. I looked at her, impressed. “That is exactly what it is. I had no choice.” She nodded slowly. “I don’t know the full story. But I hope Damian will tell me one day.”