The Prisoner: A Novel Novels & Stories

I laughed bitterly at myself. “It’s a partner, a partner!” Shirley showed some impatience. “You have to wait. The goddess of the moon will take care of you!” “Oh, yes, yes,” I said, feeling perfunctory. My wolf no longer ignored me, and she snorted coldly before falling into a long silence. The prisoner in the opposite cell stopped making any noise. Two guards tied the prisoner’s ankle with a chain and dragged him away like a dead dog. Bloodstains on the ground loomed in the dim candlelight, and a chill swept through the cell, making me rub my arms. In this dark cage, it was impossible to tell day from night.

The atmosphere felt heavy. Dangerous. Unpleasant. At the center of one cell sat a man. Thin. Wounded. Terrifying. Not because of his appearance. But because of his smile. The prisoner was smiling. Despite being captured. Despite being beaten. Despite being surrounded by enemies. He looked amused. Sam didn’t like him. Immediately. The prisoner’s eyes moved through the group. One by one. Until— They landed on Sam. And everything changed. The smile widened. Dangerously. Hungrily.

After spending time arranging all that, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, I was changing and I could feel it slowly. I went under the shower and put on the shower to cleanse my body and it helped bring down my throbbing Heart. After freshening up I wore a pair of shorts and shirt and went straight to my bed and laid on it, and slowly my eyes became weak and I slowly slept off. Lucy’s pov. “Elliot, is Dominic not acting straight?” I asked him. Because it’s not adding up at all. “I don’t know what you mean Lucy,” Elliot says. “It’s weird how that prisoner is being treated, she is not treated as a prisoner properly,Elliot” I said to him while using my right hand to mess up with my hair.

In the seven months, she had been in that prison; no one had ever touched her; it was impossible that. Colette opened her eyes enormously as she concluded that the only person with whom she had shared intimacy was her great love Donel Dunn, a mercenary who came unannounced into her life. She immediately cleaned the baby with her worn clothes, looking for some glass to cut the umbilical cord. "Bibi, I need something sharp," she whispered. Tiredness was getting the better of her- Bibi. The mentioned one was still in shock on the dirty floor, looking at the whole scene with her mouth open; she couldn't understand how a living being had come out of her friend's body that, instead of gaining weig

“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...

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.

The other person steps echoed through the room as she came around the chair and looked down at him. Air raised a brow. "What has you so tangled up?" she asked as she sat down opposite him. He contemplated not answering her, but in the end, he shrugged. "Allena and I had a fight." She snorted. "Oh, you had a fight with your captive prisoner. Color me surprised." Jonathan rolled his eyes. "She's not my prisoner." Air made a tsking noise. "You keep her marked so she can't leave. She's a prisoner."

I said, and he nodded "That will be all Lorenzo, you may leave but i want an update on the man serving time in my place" i said thinking back to the olive skinned brown eyed man that was currently hanging from his prison ceiling, he was killed last night but i would act like i did not know everything happening around me "He is dead, sir, he was hanged last night at exactly two in the morning by his guards, each of them had all been paid odd, but later, they were also found dead, their bodies in the desert, sir," he said, making me smile as I dismissed him

Leka pov, Lying on the floor I could not stand the cold so I sat up on the floor and leaned against the wall and stared the cell steel door.. My new name is prisoner no.103.. I got this name for the sins I did.. Now I spending my days in jail as the punishment for the sins I committed against my friend rosie.. I don’t deserve to call her as my friend.. How could I be her friend who I tried to kill her when she was pregnant ??.. May be nowadays God punishing the sinner immediately that is why I was punished instantly for the sin I committed.. My thoughts are interrupted by jailor voice,

I have been trapped in this place for all these years while they have been enjoying the lives without me. I wonder how Nana Helen and Henry are right now.do they miss me or have they forgotten about me like everyone else seemed to have. I was prisoner number 218 somehow my name got lost when the third jailor after Philip had arrived, he was new, he didn't know anything about me, he only addressed me as prisoner 218 not like the others who knew who I was, This time I was nothing.