The Inmate Novels & Stories

Here, he was just another criminal wearing prison clothes. Another inmate stretched lazily on the upper bunk before smirking toward Pete. “You should’ve just divorced the woman peacefully instead of trying to kill her,” he mocked carelessly. “Exactly,” another voice added. “Now look where rage brought you.” Pete’s breathing slowly became heavier. His fingers tightened harder around the newspaper until the edges crumpled further inside his grip. Still, he remained quiet. The inmates continued laughing among themselves while staring openly at him now like he was entertainment meant to ease their boredom.

"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.

The heavy iron door slammed shut with a deafening boom, locking Kai inside a cramped, damp cell. Kai pulled his knees tightly against his chest as he sat on the cold stone floor, trembling from head to toe. The air in the prison basement smelled like rust and old sweat. Across the dark room, two large, terrifying inmates sat on a concrete ledge, staring at him like hungry wolves. "What do we have here?" one inmate growled, his voice deep and raspy. "A delicate little prince."

Vanya POV I sat on the cold metal bench in my federal holding cell at three in the morning, unable to sleep despite the exhaustion weighing down every part of my body. The orange jumpsuit they had given me smelled like industrial detergent and defeat, and the fluorescent lights never turned off, making it impossible to forget where I was even for a moment. "Vanya Reed, inmate 47892," the guard had said when they processed me earlier that evening. "You're being held pending trial for money laundering, conspiracy to commit fraud, and operating a criminal enterprise."

He scanned the room, noting the burly men in orange jumpsuits, their tattoos and scars telling stories he didn't want to hear. One man stood out immediately. Marcus, inmate #47892, was 52 years old, built like a tank from years of prison workouts. His arms were thick with muscle, his chest broad under the jumpsuit. A shaved head, a thick beard streaked with gray, and dark eyes that locked onto Alex the moment he entered. Marcus was doing 25 to life for armed robbery and assault violent stuff that involved beating a guy half to death over a drug deal gone bad. He had been inside for 15 years already, a lifer who ran the yard with intimidation and favors.

Different first name. My pulse stutters. 'Department of Prisons. Turkey. 1997. Subject Name: Kane Olympus Year of admittance into prison: 1992 Status: Prisoner. Found guilty of involvement in notorious gang, Guccini’s Gang. Punishment: Life imprisonment...' I scroll lower. My breathing sharpens. 'Crimes: Rape, money laundering, racketeering, forgery, human trafficking...' The list keeps going. And going. And going. Then my eyes snag on the final line.

Despite being confined, Ejay's influence and manipulative nature continued to cause discord among the inmates, attracting both followers and adversaries. He thrived on the chaos he created, seeing it as a means of asserting his dominance even in captivity. His refusal to conform to the rules, coupled with his confrontational attitude, made him a divisive figure among the inmates. Ejay: (to a group of inmates) "I won't be held down by these walls. I'll find my way out, mark my words." Some inmates were drawn to Ejay's bravado, while others saw him as a disruptive force that needed to be contained. His presence within the jail con

I narrowed my eyes at him for a alternate, taking him in before I eventually stood up and shook his hand. " What are you in for?" " Tax fraud." Adamo lowered at my response presumably because it was not a crime which would get you into a captivity like this. still I was busy gaping at the supposedly nameless striking man standing in the middle of the cell. That was until he scarfed to himself and walked out, leaving me alone with Luca and Adamo. " Whats his problem?" Adamo glanced over at the door where the joe just walked out of before he sat down on what I am assuming was his bed.

Author’s POV… Deep in the Lunar Fangs dungeon, the food servant went round the cells of the special inmates who weren’t allowed to leave the cells to have their meals. Because these prisoners were regarded as dangerous, they had their bathrooms right in the cells and were never allowed to come out. The servant had gone round serving food, and had reached the cell of a certain inmate who hadn’t been returning his plates. “Bring out your plate, or you won’t be served your next meal,” the servant warned.

I should be stronger than anyone else, If ever something happens to one of them I can't forgive myself. "Mr Han…" I heard someone calling, I didn't know that I got a nap. It's the Nurse who came out from the Operating Room. "Yes, what is it?" I asked. Mr Han should buy this medicine that stated in the prescription of medication "You should search at least 3 persons to agree as a blood donor." the Nurse said. "Okay, I will," I answered. I stand and walk inside the elevator What should I do now? My friends are in the States studying Criminology. I'm exhausted. I want to get proper sleep but how can I? If my wife and daughter are suffering in that room.