The Inmate Novels & Stories

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

"Why are you being so rude? Do you think I'm one of the employees in that stupid company of yours?" Dustin shook his head, his body shivering, "No...no." "Good," His inmate said with a sheepish grin. "Why haven't the cops come to take you like the others? And apart from the fraud case you're involved with, what other crimes are you here for?" "I'm not a fraud—" his words got interrupted by a sudden slap on his cheek. Dustin teared up as his lips quivered out silent sobs. "Why did they bring these degenerates here?" he cried inwardly. "Even if there wasn't enough room to contain all the criminals, couldn't they have gotten a better space for me to stay in?"

It turned out that the inmates locked up there were all serious criminals—ruthless and unforgivable characters. Jade's chances of survival were slim being locked up with them.

Michael‘s POV In the grim confines of my cell, the air hangs thick with despair. The stark, gray walls echo the chilling stillness that surrounds me, a constant reminder of my isolation. Yet, amidst this dreary solitude, my status ensures a degree of untouchable authority—courtesy of my old friend, Officer Jenkins. His subtle nods and discreet passes of extra comforts affirm that, even here, my influence lingers, warding off any potential threats or discomforts from less sympathetic inmates.

They pulled me towards the exit. “Where are you taking me?!” I exclaimed, trying to break free from their strong, aggressive grip. “I demand to know right this instant!” “Shut up!” one interjected. “You’re in no place to demand anything. In here, you’re not some king. You’re just a criminal, the same as all the other inmates in any prison.” “You’ll regret your words,” I shot back at him with a ruthless expression. “That I promise you.” Growling, he tried to hit me in the face with the baton he had, but the other guy stopped him by grabbing his wrist just in time.

“Uhm…an inmate. Her name is Lenora.” The officer gave me a stern look before typing something on his laptop. Then he faced me again. “Who are you to the inmate?” I cleared my throat. “I'm here, brother.” “You know your sister was arrested for attempted murder and physical assault, right?” He had a frown on his face. “And aren't you the one who was in those clips and articles that were released of the man who bullies his wife?” He looked like he was ready to punch me square in the face. If we weren't in a place that was literally built against violence, I'm sure he would have.

"Hey, who are you? Are you planning to take the girl away? Take me too!" "Please, take me too!" "Me too! Help! Help! I need your help!" "I'll pay you for the rest of my life, as long as you free me!" "Me too! I'll do anything if you help me!" "Help! Help! Help!" Instantly all the prisoners were in an uproar and they tried to whine at the man. The man looked increasingly agitated and a little scared as they were all noisy now. Which made the man just stare at Selena who covered her ears because of the noise and commotion.

Dolores’s words rang in her head: "In here, you’re just another inmate." Clara clenched her fists. "I’m not like them," she muttered to herself. "I’m better than this. Better than all of them." But the harsh reality of her situation refused to be ignored. Her once-powerful name, her influence, her wealth-it all meant nothing here. In this place, she was just Clara Hemp, inmate number 5427, locked away from the world she had once controlled. The hours dragged on, alone, with the silence never letting up. Clara's mind turned bitter and then desperate. She could not believe this was the end of her story. There had to be a way to rise again, to reclaim the power she once held.

The warder had a stern look on his face. "But he has no family.” An inmate commented. "Yes. You are right. I am a prodigal son but I never returned home.” Speedy joked and they all laughed. The warder unlocked the cell. "Hey speedy, maybe the old man is ready to get you out of here.” Another inmate said to him. The warder placed a handcuff on his wrist. "It better be him because I have waited for too long and I am beginning to run out of patience.” Speedy grimaced in anger.

he sighed after debating so long in his head and hold my hands in his letting my cold hand relax in his hands warmth and love . " it much better than living in prison because you don't know my child what life a woman lives in prison .. the work which they do as punishment is other thing but rapes , abuse and other things like selling their organs are commonly happened in prisons under the nose of jailers and no one can do against it since no one have any proof .. I am aware about it because I was a police officer and once I had taken a case which was closed by the victim woman request itself , that's why I was frightened for you because I knew that you wouldnt be able to survive in there . m