The Prison Novels & Stories

“Good luck diamond “Larib kissed her cheek and said .... “Thanks good luck to you .......” She hugged her too and then they both moved towards their destination ... and today this destination was terrifying in one's world.... 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 Central Prison is one of the most dangerous, cruel, and insensitive prisons in the world. She was soon sitting in front of her uncle. .. “So this time your professor has sent you on an assignment ... you have a student pass, it means there is an assignment ... you didn't come to take my interview ... my ears are open, start ..?”

The man bowed and shook his head, "No my lord, these are all those who will be flogged soon. There is a separate place where we hold the murderers and sexual offenders in the lower east wing of the prison that are awaiting their deaths." Aldridge hummed and ordered after thinking it through, "Take me there.” "My lord?" The guard asked confused, did he not hear him say that it was where the murders were? Prince Aldridge folded his arms unamused and demanded, "Take me there now!" The guard had a conflicted look in his eyes. This Prince was being unreasonable and he could not understand what this prince wanted with the prisoners. H

In this prison, everyone was for themselves. And there were no guards to bark orders or intervene. Not here. This was the most brutal prison I had ever seen, a place where rules bent to the will of whoever was strongest. And he was the king. His word was law. “I am no nigga. You fuckshit is the nigga. You fuckshit is the bitch here. I am the king!” he thundered, his roar shaking my bones. He began walking forward, still holding me in the air. The prison was built in a circle, with rooms lining the curved walls, two prisoners to each cell. The center was the yard, wide and round like an arena built for blood sport. Along the circular wall, several openings shap

He must have made a new plan to escape and do who knows what to get me back. "He's not in a normal prison, Nicole, but the Arcien Prison." My father added after seeing my reaction. I paused, knowing enough about the prison that was famous not only in special circles but also as a rumor among the common people. It was famous for being a high-security prison, but how the prisoners were handled was what set it apart from other prisons in every state. Much worse than the legal system between criminal convicts being put in a single cell or a particular cell made for self-introspection prisoners.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

Before long, she officially entered the prison, where eight tall, sharp-eyed men were guarding. Each one was towering and intimidating. Laura quickly surveyed the surroundings and noticed several standalone iron cages, each containing people, both male and female, covered in blood and injuries. Some were even acting crazy, screaming and shouting. Laura didn't see Henry among them. She calmly assessed the environment inside. At the far end was a door. The prison's design was quite different from Wind Island, and she couldn't find any other entrance or exit. Laura could only gamble that her Stone was behind that door.

After all, they had been confined here for god-knows-how-long—forget a beauty like Silverbell, they had not seen a sow for ages. Naturally, there was a women's prison, but it was separate for this one. Hence, the eager prisoners were leaping up on the steel bars of their cells as they reached their hands out toward Silverbell, laughing sleazily and mouthing every kind of insult at her.

he added with a grateful smile. "In the past, we used cells at the pack house for these purposes, like most places do. However, my father felt the need to segregate suspects and convicted criminals from the rest of the population. He saw them as contagious infections that shouldn't share space with 'clean' individuals. The prison is divided into two sections: one for convicts and the other for suspects. Convicts occupy the left wing and the underground prison, while suspects reside in the right wing. The two never mix, just in case a suspect turns out to be innocent," he elaborated, and Justin nodded in understanding. We stepped into t

Victor was back in prison. Maximum security. The kind of prison where the walls were concrete and the windows were slits and the doors never opened. No visitors. No phone calls. No mail. A concrete box with a bed and a toilet and nothing else. The kind of place where men went to be forgotten.

POV: Prisoner 7 | Supernatural Detention Centre, Clerkenwell The supernatural detention centre does not have an official name that the prisoners use, which is standard for institutions that prefer their residents not to think of themselves as residents of a specific place with a specific history, because specific places with specific histories accumulate specific grievances and specific grievances accumulate in the specific way that enclosed spaces accumulate everything, which is faster and more completely than open ones. We call it the Pit.