The Prison Of Love Novels & Stories

Power asked, already knowing the answer would come only after Love broke or transcended. In her crystal prison, Love whispered names she could speak but not feel: "Kieran. Dimitri." The isolation lottery had begun with its worst possible winner. Or perhaps, its most necessary one.

"Love does not hold people in underground bunkers. Love does not put knives to throats. Love does not terrorize and manipulate and destroy. This is not love, Mr. Thornwell. This is an obsession. This is madness. This is cruelty." She reads the sentence. Life in prison without parole. He will never walk free again. He will never see the sun rise over anything except the prison yard. He will die in a concrete cell, alone and forgotten. The guards lead him away. He turns at the door. His eyes find Celestine in the gallery. His lips move, forming two words. I'm sorry. She does not react. Her face is still. Her eyes are dry. She just takes my hand and walks out of the courtroom.

“Felonies are not exactly fun.” “It was for a good cause. Are you going to tell him?” “No!” I exclaimed. “I’m not telling anyone and you better not either!” “You did it for love. What’s that song Meat Loaf sang? He would do anything for love.” “I don’t love him,” I quickly corrected. “And I refuse to take advice from someone named Meatloaf.” “Sure, about that?” she shot back. “People do some crazy things for the people they love. You would never do anything like that if you weren’t desperate. You would have gone to prison for him. I think that says far more than any Hallmark could.”

My mind wandered back to the prison, the cold, unfeeling walls, and the harsh, fluorescent lights that seemed to sap the warmth from my soul. “What was my offense?” I always asked myself. My offense was “Loving the wrong man.” The memories of Marcus filled me with a deep, aching sorrow. I remembered his smile, the way his eyes would light up when he was happy. But those memories were tainted, overshadowed by his betrayal. The pain of his abandonment was like a festering wound that refused to heal. I had loved him with every fiber of my being, and in return, he had left me to rot in that cell.

"Haha. I will never leave your life, Calista! I am the shadow of your life!" "You will be mine, Calista!" "No! Leave me alone, demon!"

Windows on the exterior are small and secured with sterile colourless bars, bearing metal grilles, acting as deterrent for escapees. "I need to get inside it!! I love it!!" Ryan jumps with joy, "Absolutely love it! There's no other way this showroom could have been any better!!" He willingly arrests himself in the cell, "This is really the best, Sir! Kudos." Floor covered in plush red carpeting, feels thick and indulgent underfoot, the softness of carpeting opposes the harshness of the bars, creating a striking juxtaposition. Walls of this prison are wrapped with luxurious velvet wallpaper, soft to the touch and exquisitely textured. The deep red velvet serves as a visual feast for eyes, cre

First, to look with anger is the style of the love, Beginning of the love, Somewhat it is related with eyes and anger is nothing but the sign of acceptance Your cruelty is very loving Beloved I swear this on you Maan smirks seeing her glared but there was no attempts from her side to let go her. Did she too want this? Maybe her weak body not supporting her. He thought entering inside washroom. Her eyes widen in surprised and glisten in happiness to see the bathtub that was filled with rose petals and all washroom was aromatic with other flowers and scented decoration.

Philip had steered clear off her afterwards. “What do you think I mean?” Philip drawled. Once in a week, the ‘defecationaire' was taken out and disposed. By whom? One of them, captives! Great news! Except the blessed person was blindfolded all through!... and held at Gunpoint! But it was much better. At least they got to feel fresh breeze and take a walk to release tension in their legs. There was a disadvantage. Two times, two girls who had been the ‘chosen' ones at their respective times, had gotten raped. The next day,the girls were taken out and never seen again.

Wasting time here and listening to nonsense were just terrible. I smiled brightly at Eugene, "Look, I was right. Just rot in your stupid love until you die." As I left the prison, the weight that had been pressing on my heart was finally lifted. The sun shone brilliantly, casting golden light. My happy life had just begun.

​I let out a soft laugh and walked up to the iron bars. The whole prison was locked with strong magic and a special plant called wolfsbane. This kept him weak so he could never escape. ​"I came to see how you are doing," I said with a smirk. "It would be terrible if the woman I love, who also happens to be carrying my baby, was taken away by my enemy and treated like a common whore." ​Ezekiel growled. "Do not call her that!" he yelled in a low, dangerous voice.