The Prison Novels & Stories

(POV) Edric and Meira are placed in different small prisons. Stay next door. The difference is that the small jail on the left is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are male, while the one on the right is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are all women. Edric roared in prison. All his words cursed Meira.

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.

In the prison, Julie is not happy to be back behind the bars again. She did gained a little weight during her stay with her daughter. Now back in the prison, she is losing her shit again. The cops are not happy that a convict tricked them. So Julie's stay in the prison turned into her personal nightmare.

Jordan The days in prison play on a loop. That's what makes it unbearable for most inmates who had lived an adventurous life outside the walls of the prison. Mine was quite an adventure. To an extent. So loops were what I was familiar with. Just as always, the cafeteria's got that bleach stench, but today, it comes with a touch of bod beans to ruin the atmosphere even further. Disgusting combo.

I was livid, and all I wanted to do was kill that wicked man for laying his hands on my mate. “That stupid second-chance mate of hers will die tomorrow morning. We’ll get orders to kill him. After that, we can go back to the palace. I can’t wait to go back and have some fun with the servant girls,” another guard added. “Why should we wait until we get back to fuck some pussy? Let’s go fuck those females locked up in the cells,” the last one suggested. So there were other prisoners here? Where was this place? I was sure it wasn’t part of his pack territory. Were we in some kind of hidden prison in the forest where he kept people he captured?

"Alright. As if I still have a choice." With Arnold's escort, Dexter and Narsha headed to the central prison belonging to Arnold's pack. As Dexter had warned earlier, the place was completely different from the internal prisons Narsha had seen before. Upon arrival, the sight of the large, gloomy building, with its dull walls and barbed wire circling above, made her gasp slightly. The prison stood in the middle of a basin surrounded by a dam, like a haunted house trapped in a dark valley. Adding to the horror was that Arnold had the power to open the dam gates if the situation demanded it, flooding the prison.

Truly. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been down here. It could be four days, maybe more, but time has no meaning in the dark, dank pit they’ve thrown me into and they call it prison. The stench of rot and dampness is so thick it clings to my skin, mixing with the coppery scent of my blood. The cell is small, the walls slick with moisture, and the air so cold it bites into my bones, especially now that I’ve been stripped of my dignity—and almost everything else. It is funny huh right? How your whole Lu free can crash right before your eyes. One minute, I was there, at the finish line, about to fill my lifelong dreams and make it a reality and the next? I find myself in a dark prison kind of

He was too tired himself as well. Theo was thrown into the dungeons. Usually there are two sections of prison here in the capital pack. The cells and the dungeons. The cells are where people are punished and often released once there is change in them. But the dungeons are for the notorious ones. The one with whom every possible weapon is supposed to be used with no mercy.

Sometimes, the sound of clinking chains hanging on the walls echoed in their ears, reminding them that this prison had a dark and deep history. As they continued their journey, Lora couldn't help but think about what her brother might be experiencing in this prison. Is Laurens okay? Does he feel isolated and afraid? Lora felt even more determined to free him soon. Finally, they arrived at a door that looked very old but well-maintained. "This is the door leading to the old prison cells," explained the head of security. "The troublemakers from the Tar Village are held there," he continued. They carefully opened the door and entered the dark and oppressive prison cells. Old rusty chains still

" The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal. To survive, I fought my way through with my fists. The only thing keeping me alive was the hope that one day I could leave prison and buy back my parents' old mansion. The day I got out, I hid myself in an underground fighting ring like a rat crawling out of the gutter, living numbingly from match to match. That one million dollars would have brought me one s