The Inmate Book Novels & Stories

The light is dim, but I can see several cages around the room. The room is lit by candles, and there are several men dressed in suits walking around, one of them has a girl on a leash, and she is crawling next to him as he walks. What the fuck is this? Am I in some sort of parallel universe? I don’t want to be here, and I definitely don’t want to be sold like merchandise to be some sort of sex slave.

“It happens to lots of inmates over the years.” “You learn that in nursing school?” Rancid asked. “No, I’ve worked here long enough to know.” “So what’s it going to be? Do you want to talk to the police and see if they’ll give you your cell back? Or do you want to leave with us?” Just then the door opened and Isaac stepped in holding a cardboard box the size of a microwave oven. On the side it read, “Blood products, not safe for human consumption.” He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.”

I awoke on the frigid stone floor of my dark cell, shivering and disoriented. The events of the previous day came flooding back: discovering the book, being hauled away by castle guards. Despair gripped me anew as I realized I was still imprisoned, with no end in sight. The cell was bare, devoid of comfort. A bucket in the corner served as my only amenity. I curled in on myself, shaking with cold and fear. What crimes did they assume I had committed based on that little book? Would I ever see the light of day again?

At least an easier way to identify you," I asked her as I requested her identity as my friend. She nodded in agreement and decided to give me an answer. As I looked at her, I knew something was wrong. She does not talk much, or is it a result of too much maltreatment in the cell? Anyway, there was no need for her to talk much in order to turn an inmate into a friend. She turns back and points to where her name was, and as usual, it was an alphabet in combination with a number. I did glance at her name and read the inscription, "AK-307," I said to her.

Eric says "Oh, I almost forgot. It's normal for the prison to deliver books to inmates. Yours would be well-detailed textbooks that would help prepare you for your exams, alright?..." "Thank you, Eric, for everything," I say and walk toward him to give him a tight hug after which I move to Ella and hug her too. I'm really touched by how thoughtful they are to me.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

What could it mean? I flipped some more sheets and found a discharge instruction signed by Zed. So, Zed knew about my case. But to what extent does he know about my life in Japan? I folded the stapled sheets and put them inside my bag. I also picked up two books by Jakara blue to let my mother believe that those books were indeed my purpose in coming over. Instead of going directly to the office, I went back to the hospital where I worked before. I should see Dr. Rivera, the psychiatrist who handled me.

"How are you feeling, today Nijo?" "Most of the staff in here just calls me inmate 2849615. I'm almost not used to someone saying my name." I smile. "Well, in nine days, you'll be hearing your name again. You should get used to it." "To hearing my name? Or hearing you say it?” My smile drops. It's not out of the ordinary for inmates to flirt with me. But somehow, when he does it, it seems... Different. It's not lecherous. It's not desperate. It's so casual, like he was hitting on a girl at a bar.

I say, puffing out a sigh of relief. “Did you miss the part where I said you need money to buy it?” Jane retorts, spoiling my mood. “You’re broke in this prison, Don’s daughter.” “The Don’s daughter is never really broke,” I retort. After thirty minutes of walking around the hall, we leave for the canteen, which indeed has everything, I couldn’t be happier. We spend another hour browsing the canteen, then we move to a place they call the prison library. Jane spend thirty minutes showing me around, and I spend another thirty minutes trying to search for a BL novel. I didn’t find one. The only books are motivational and a few on growing flowers. What the fuck do I do with that? Plant roses in

Most of the of the people in the cells are mostly innocent people who Sinclair have put here for not helping his course or finding out about his plans, But over the course of the time I've been here and Adonis became King he has released a lot of people, It wasn't a big prison anyway, we are about 50 inmates here, Life here has taught me a lot about life and making the right decisions at the appropriate time mostly as a man. Me and Rissa are seated on the table after waiting in line to collect our food from the prison cook. When we sat on the steel tables, Rissa bent her head down looking at her food and shook her head, She raised her head back up, “I'm fucking tired of this shit.” She moane