Vegas Prison Stories Novels & Stories

"Jade, Dad couldn't protect you in the past. But now that Dad is back, it's impossible for those disreputable things to bully you anymore." He suddenly stood up and said, "Victoria and her daughter, I will take care of you. As for Nathan, I will take everything away from him, and then you can take revenge however you want." Thea, “..." "Oh." Prison. The prisoners received education in the library. For these highly intelligent criminals, most of the books they read were literature books that cleanse the soul or economics books related to their interests. Only No. 13, he sat gracefully in a wheelchair, with a psychology book resting on his lap.

He sounded more exhausted then anything. She shook her head with certainty. "No, it wasn't your fault. I heard rumours in the break room. I know what happened." Well, she didn't learn about Seth defending her honour from the rumours. Daisy really doubted he turned into a real life hulk and flipped tables onto the prison officers for just looking in his direction. Green skin and everything apparently. Yeah, it was extremely unlikely. Nate and Levi were also sick of the rumours so they, not so nicely, asked a prisoner what had happened. He stopped boasting about how he survived a blood thirsty Seth and instead told them about the prison officers provoking him into fighting back and brutal beat

"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.

I said, my voice low, skeptical, my eyes narrowing as I stood, my legs dragging through the floorboard, the pain shooting through my leg. The guard nodded, his face a blank slate, unlocking the cell, the door screeching open like a rusted gate. A smirk curled my lips, sharp and haunting, a predator’s grin breaking through the haze of confinement. Hayes and Viktor had done it—pulled strings, greased palms, swapped me for Lucian Moretti, the FBI’s prize catch. Ethan thought he’d buried me, but I was free, and I’d make him bleed for it. I limped forward, my pulse a drum of vengeance, the guard’s boots echoing behind me as we moved through the prison’s maze.

She believed that this would make Charlie take her seriously and get her out of prison quickly. However, after thinking about it, she still wanted to rely on her story of being the Ferocious Ghost of Bedford Hills Correctional Facility to brag to others in the future. If she were to admit that she was being bullied in prison now, how could she tell others about her legendary experience in Bedford Hills Correctional Facility in the future, then?

His paces stop and he waits for an answer. The redhead scoffs at the sudden question from the fellow crew member of the sky. Her voice emanates within the empty space. “She told stories of the madman that has every treasure map in his skin.” Salavanta detaches her arms from the in-between of the bars and then walks over to one side of the cage. Her green eyes would have been faced to face with Gardax, however, there is something separating their visual contact with one another. The wall that acts like a divider between cages reflects her own self-image. That shining red hair that was once clean is now dirty. Her beautiful vanilla skin is tarnished with the remnants of dried blood and ground

I carefully stated, earning al light shrug from the inmate. “Well, when you have a neighbor who does not know when to shut up and let go about the things that just happens in life, you’ll hear some interesting stories,” he stated, hinting that it truly was Anton who spilled the beans. “Besides, you’ll find that prison is not that much of a boot camp as most people seem to see it as. Sure, there are no games or televisions here, but at least they give out books and newspapers to help us pass time.”

Most looked relieved the criminal was being removed. That was three hours ago. Now I'm in a transport van heading to the Cage. The prison's in North London, underground. I can't see where we're going. The van has no windows in the back. There are four other prisoners with me. All werewolves. All convicted of various crimes. None of them are talking. The van stops. Doors open. Guards drag us out into a loading area beneath a warehouse. Everything's concrete and steel. Industrial. Cold. "Welcome to the Cage," one guard says. Vampire, ancient, bored-sounding. "You're here for rehabilitation. Follow the rules, you might survive. Break them, you definitely won't."

Victoria lost her mind not long after she was sent to the women’s prison. The prison doctor said she had serious schizophrenia, talking to herself every day as though her children were still with her. The children wound up with a horrible foster family. After losing their wealth and gaining a name as the children of a criminal, they were bullied every day at school. Daniel was sentenced to twenty-five years in jail. As a former Wall Street executive, he was tormented every day. The prisoners who went bankrupt due to financial crimes took out their anger on him.

"The new star player. How do you like your new hairdo, you wolfless bitch?" She grabbed the blue wig from their leader’s head and put it on mine. It reeked of alcohol and sweat, but I couldn’t reject it. I couldn’t blame them, I was in this underground maximum security prison because of that bitch, and there was no way out. I struggled to get free, but it was useless. They were too many and too strong. They hovered around me and walked out of the cell room with me. They dragged me along the corridor, where I saw the other prisoners also out of their cells. They were all heading to the basketball court, while others were at a corner betting on the game.