The Prison Novels & Stories

Lu walked in the passage of the prison, her face scrunched up in annoyance. She had just woken up in that rotten prison that contained a lot of messed up human beings and some psychotic ones also without anyone visiting her. The images of the people in it continued to appear in her brains. While some of them were found guilty in the prison, some of them were not making her heart clench in pain. She met a young boy that won’t pass the age of fifteen in the prison, running errands for the big men in the prison and it had broken her heart. His hair was the same color

Yet, as she stepped into the confines of the prison, little did she know that this journey would lead her to redemption and a new beginning. Within the austere confines of the prison, Sunita, the warden, stood as a beacon of hope. Her unwavering belief in reform, rather than mere punishment, set her apart. As she pored over Ritu's file, her eyes saw beyond the criminal record. She perceived a glimmer of potential, a spark that could be nurtured and ignited. Ritu's crime was severe, but Sunita recognised the circumstances that had led her astray and the genuine remorse she harboured. This recognition prompted Sunita's resolve to

Instead of responding to his question, I kept calm and simply nodded at the cop behind him when he looked at me after hearing Archer yell, as if trying to figure out whether there was an issue between us. We're in the parloir, or visiting room, of Brairrie State Jail, our country's second largest prison. And I've heard that the prisoners' lives here are difficult and cruel; the inmates here are usually homicide and sex offenders. This jail does not offer special services or private chambers to the political elite, artists, wealthy individuals, or anyone in positions of influence.

About thousands of people have died secretly. Ladies and gentleman the same tragic event happened to about four hundred officers in the police and military recently which I was one of them. About a week ago we were captured at our various offices secretly and loaded us to the special prison Brother Bantus and his allied had created on top of the highest mountain in our continent. The sad thing was that they had name the prison the point of no returned.The door of the said prison was made with a heavy metal and it was locked with powerful pad locks that was not easy to tempered with. Ladies and gentlemen this is sad story that I am talking about.

“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...

He had that perfect smile that made me believe every damn thing he said. “Let me take you beautiful ladies to him”. He said and ushered us calmly into the station. The walls round the large yard were as high as a tower. On its top was a roundabout with electric bars. First of all there was no way anyone would even think of breaking out of prison with how tight the security is not to talk of the dogs barking from the cage and the electric bars at the top of the fence with sharp iron thorns on them. A sly smile tugged the side of my lip as we strolled in. The large prison had different sections for women and men.

Alpha King Ozar. My boot echoes off the stone walls as I stride into the corridors of the prison. The guard leads me deeper into the fortress's bowels. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and aged iron, a proof of centuries of confinement. Yet, the prison has seen advancements with thicker iron bars, reinforced doors, and locking mechanisms.

“What does it mean?” “It means you go to prison. You might think it’s some white-collar prison where you get sewing lessons and have tea time but it’s not! It’s a dingy, dirty place where some juiced-up, ex-rugby player will have you give her piggyback rides and massage her feet. You wouldn’t survive a day in there.” Deandra was dying with silent laughter in the background. It took everything I had not to join her. At least, he had a vivid imagination.

It was the highest-level prison, equipped with heavy firepower and advanced AI technology. As Aston State’s most notorious outlaw, Sheldon was naturally held here, in a facility with multiple layers of security. The prison was divided into three categories: Heaven, Earth, and Mortal. The Mortal level held dangerous criminals, the Earth level housed death row inmates and super criminals, and the Heaven level was reserved for political prisoners. They walked for a while until they reached the Earth level. Sheldon's name was clearly displayed on one of the doors, and from inside, heart-wrenching screams could be heard.

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of

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