The Inmate Novels & Stories

If that were the case, this place might not only trap her and Alpha Levi but there might be others as well. In Arista's memories, she had never heard her master mention activating the Tunderman Tower. This sealing business had been going on since she experienced it. Therefore, if other sealed beings were inside the tower, they must have been imprisoned here from ancient times. It would be impossible for the inmates here to be weaklings. The Tunderman Tower has nine floors, and there may be more than just one or two individuals imprisoned there. If that Alpha Levi had a little courage, he could release all those inmates and maybe even have the ability to detona

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

"Remember what I told you? Remember who I am and what I can do." Right there and then, the inmate moved his arm away from Zoey's grasp. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lavigne. I think I can't do the interview anymore. I need to go back to my cell now." Without further ado, the inmate ran away from there as fast as he could, not even bothering to look back again.

How could he possibly be treated like this? “Am I in prison right away? Not going through the adaptation process first. Huh, what kind of trial is this? Then why, Russell, haven’t they come to save me? Has Catherine’s lover didn’t do my request?” 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, several books were left, meaning an inmate was occupying the bed. This means that Nicko will sleep on the side close to the toilet, only a meter away.

Because my parents had caused the death of Carter’s parents, I was thrown into a werewolf prison to atone for their sins. After four years of brutal punishment, I finally learned what obedience meant. When I was released, Carter came to pick me up—with his pregnant mistress beside him. “Mia, didn’t you work in a hospital before?” Carter said casually. “From now on, you’ll be Amelia’s personal postpartum doula.” “This is what your parents owe me. I should have had a complete family.”

In a fit of rage, the drug addict lashed out, stabbing Susan with a makeshift weapon. The prison room was stark and gloomy, the air heavy with tension and despair. The altercation between Susan and her fellow inmate escalated quickly, their voices filled with anger and hostility. Amidst the chaos, the drug addict seized an opportunity to strike back, driven by a potent mix of anger and the grip of addiction.

Ayodele asked. “Someone stole the concluding part” he replied. “get out my class!’ she ordered “ you may take a man out of the village but you can never take the village out of a man” “Good afternoon class. I would talk on THE HISTORY OF THE PRISON SYSTEM AND REHABILITATION. As I procede, I hope you learn a few things. The definition of incarceration is the state of being confined in prison.

Verona asked again, turning her head slightly toward Grace. "Yes, and I swear on my life I'm not lying about it," Grace said. "So if you've got a whole billionaire for a son, why the hell are you still rotting in a dirty prison uniform?" Verona asked. Grace squeezed her eyes shut, unable to force out a single word of response. She just kept her head down, staring at the concrete floor as they walked. As they turned the corner into the main recreational hallway, a loud scuffle broke out near the shower doors. A tall tattooed inmate was roughly shoving a smaller girl against the lockers, stealing her commissary tokens while the poor girl sobbed.

What kept me going was the thought that I had a wife and daughter to go home to, unlike my roommate, who had no one outside these walls. I don't know how he managed to crack jokes each day and interact with other inmates but his outspokenness gave me some solace. At least I got the chance to get my mind off my predicament and enjoy some good company. I did learn a thing or two from the people here. Half the population of Inmantes claimed to have been wrongly accused. I believed it because the guilty ones bragged about their crimes every chance they got so they could earn some respect and fear from others.

No further one-to-one sessions with this clinician. Then she sat there with his cum still wet between her thighs and the truth fully exposed under every false progress note she had ever typed. Silas Kane had never been on a path to reform. He had been on a path to her. And in the end, the facility would contain him the only way it knew how — with locks, transfers, and paper. Lena would have to contain what was left of herself the same way. Because the most dangerous thing in that building had not only been the inmate in cuffs.