The Inmate Book Novels & Stories

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.

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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.

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

"Boss, that woman is out of prison." Damien looked up from his table and took his glasses off his face. "She is out?" his voice came out rough. He cleared his throat and his assistant nodded his head. "Yes, she is out." "But she was given seven years, and she has only spent three," Damien said, and the boy in front of him nodded. "She got out for good behaviour and being a model inmate," Gray explained.

The coarse fabric of my neon-orange jumpsuit chafed against my neck with every movement, a constant reminder of the privilege I had so easily discarded. My fingers were covered in raw, stinging blisters that never had the chance to heal. For twenty-six years, my hands had held nothing heavier than a crystal glass of premium scotch or the leather steering wheel of an imported sports car. Today, my reality consisted of a plastic bucket and a twelve-hour shift moving heavy linen bundles for the state infrastructure network. "Hey, Hartley! Look at the central monitor above the guard tier!" an inmate named Miller shouted from the folding racks, letting out a low, appreciative whistle. "Your old m

Nicko thought as he entered, following the guard. “Get in!” the warden ordered as he pushed Nicko into a cell containing bunk beds. On the top bunk, there were several books left, it meant that an inmate was occupying the bed. This means that Nicko will sleep on the side that is close to the toilet, only a meter away.

"It wasn't my intention to stab him! Please take me to the hospital! Please." "Hey!" One of the inmates shouted. "Keep your voice down, girlie. This place is for people who have committed a crime. It isn't for the innocent. If you don't keep shut, I will shut it for you," the inmate threatened, meaning every single word. Ixora sniffled, tightening her palms around the bars. She rested her head on the bars, crying silently. "Xora!" she heard somebody call out her name. She immediately raised her head to see Nelly running inside.