Winona Jail Roster Novels & Stories

My stomach tilted, not enough to reject the lasagna, but enough to remind me the world below the clouds still held its filth. Sheena: Okay, I need details. Are you two okay? Winona: I’m on the plane. Dianna… Typing. Then, Winona: Dianna’s on a jet with the one man on this planet who can buy an island if they need to run. They’re fine. I squinted at the screen. Me: Do NOT write that on W******p, idiot. Me: Delete. Three dots. Gone. Three dots again. Winona: Already deleted. Chill.

"You could have gotten out of it, but your husband didn't want to drag me into it, so he made you take the fall." I took a deep breath. Three years of my life wasted behind bars—just like that. Over a thousand days and nights, each one filled with torment. I went from the dazzling Mrs. Chapman to someone that anyone could just walk all over. The second I remembered all the tough times that person in front of me had caused, I could not hold back my hands anymore. However, before I could do anything, Winona flashed a sly smile, ripped off her clothes, and jumped into the pool.

Hargrove was a compact man in his fifties with the face of someone who had managed long hours for a long time. "Patricia Lorne is in custody," he said. "The male at your rear is a man named Shane Connelly — on record in Greater Manchester for aggravated burglary. He was hired, not a principle. We'll know who paid him inside the hour." A pause. "We've also contacted the Glasgow facility. Victoria Brennan is in a secured room pending formal review of her discharge status. That process begins tomorrow morning." "And Catherine?"

All I knew in that moment was that I wanted to tear her apart—no, kill her. She could humiliate me all she wanted. But after indirectly causing Mom's death, she still wouldn't let her rest in peace. I screamed and howled as my fists came down on Winona again and again. But in reality, I didn't get many hits in before security knocked me out. When I came to, I was tied to a chair in a warehouse. Winona was on a video call with Anson and whining in a sugary voice. "It hurts so much. Anson, I really miss you."

They also found out that she was forced to kill him because he came to her house while Asher's father was not home and forced her to have sex with him, threatening her with a sex tape of them from high school. Winona also told the psychiatric doctor who hypnotized her that it was Asher's Dad who disposed of the body and she didn't know where he dumped it. Currently, the court has decided not to punish her considering she is a serious mental patient and she only acted in defense while she was four months pregnant.

The warden, Col. Jake Zubiri, 40, took a good look at the details of Nina’s records, and then at the young woman herself. 23, pleaded guilty, reclusion perpetua. Nina was already wearing the familiar orange over-all that all new detainees are issued with. She was no longer cuffed, and she was already shod; somehow, she still felt the heaviness of the handcuffs around her wrists. She tried to feel her pulse. Instead, she heard the beating of her heart getting louder. And faster.

But Chester and Simon had made her miscarry, forcing her to serve time. For a whole year, once word of her crimes got around, the other inmates had tormented her relentlessly. Everyone had targeted her, making her life a living hell. Winona saw red when she remembered the past year she'd had. She stabbed Chester in the chest once, twice… She was winding up for a third when a hand clamped around her wrist; the knife was ripped away in a heartbeat. Then, a powerful force slammed her to the ground, twisting her arms behind her.

“I’m so glad to see you.” “Like you didn’t know. I’m sure Ashlyn has kept you updated.” I stand up, bracing myself for the usual lecture. “Ashlyn barely gives me the time of day,” she snaps, her eyes narrowing. “Ah, the apprentice finally exceeds the master,” I mutter, shaking my head. “What are you talking about?” she asks, her tone defensive. “You know by now that Winona is in jail,” I say, crossing my arms. “I saw the news, yes. But Ashlyn, the baby?” She looks genuinely concerned, but I can't trust it.

Winona woke up feeling far more rested than she should have after spending the previous day discovering a corpse, surviving a fire, and kissing a man who claimed to remember alternate timelines. For a few blissful seconds she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, pretending she was in a normal hotel on a normal writing retreat. Then reality returned and ruined everything. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. AVA: Breakfast. Now. If this hotel plans to traumatize us again today, I'd like to experience it with pancakes.

I couldn’t let something like this happen again. “You called Alpha?” I turn in time to see Winona standing there. Her hair is tied back, she’s fiddling with the sleeve of her long-sleeved top, and her eyes are full of concern. No, I don’t believe that she’d ever betray me. I am a good judge of character, and it just doesn't fit. However, there is something that is bothering her… “I did. You seem a little…. Off lately. What’s wrong?” I ask.