Winona Jail Roster Novels & Stories

She shrugged. They crawled back into the attic and found enough snack food and water to make their stomachs stop growling. Winona felt guilty for a great many things the least of which was Cindy. She felt completely awful about what happened to her and began to blame herself. She thought about how she was going to tell her mother let alone everyone else. Then she thought sure this would be her last case…ever.

She knew I could see it. Only she and my grandmother knew that name. "I’m so happy… my Nia has grown strong in a place I couldn’t see. I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you." I shook my head through tears. I was happy too; I had never thought I’d get to see her again. "As long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy." In the end, I woke slowly on the operating table. The world had returned to normal. Winson was imprisoned for rape, tax evasion, and unlawful confinement.

Winona had been working overtime at the company until 3:00 am. She felt lightheaded as she descended the stairs. Just as she was about to get into her car, several men suddenly rushed out from the side. One of them struck her head with a stick, and she immediately passed out. The men, all wearing caps that were pulled down tightly, quickly dragged Winona into another car. Winona regained consciousness only after being doused with a bucket of cold water. As she lifted her head, she saw several masked men in front of her. The leader threw her phone toward her.

Nonetheless, the show was just beginning. Unsurprisingly, Winona was dragged into the mess as well. All the luxury items she had received were deemed illicit assets, and she was ordered to return them in full. Other than that, she was taken away for interrogation on suspicion of embezzling company assets alongside Lucas. My lawyer told me that Winona, in an attempt to beg me for mercy, had stood crying outside the manor gates for an entire afternoon before the security guards chased her away. Days later, in the detention center, Lucas finally held on long enough for visiting day to arrive.

Mariana The jury foreperson of the National Wolf Council stood up to announce the verdict of the judges before the silent but harsh crowd inside the court. “This court has found the accused, Mariana Rose…” I clenched my hands on my lap and stared at the heavy cuffs on my bleeding wrists while comforting my crying wolf. “It’s okay, Nirvana,” I kept telling her. “We are going to be fine a month from now.” I still hoped that I would walk away free from this place no matter how impossible it may seem despite the fact that the powerful family together with the wealthy fiancé of Margot Hill, the luna of the Crest pack, the dead woman on the road, made sure I would rot in jail.

Gosh, what was she going to do now? Just then, her thoughts were interrupted as the sound of her ringtone pierced into her ears. Alison quickly reached for the device and answered the call swiftly, seeing the caller ID was her aide. "What do you have?" Alison asked eagerly, her nerves unraveling as she awaited her response. "They're currently in custody at Puwak's state penitentiary, ma'am."

“But I thought—” Corey tried to speak, but Winona interrupted him sharply. “Enough! I only ever appear on my husband’s feed. Don’t you even know that as an assistant? Get out. I don’t want my husband getting the wrong idea about me and an outsider.” At the word “outsider,” Corey’s expression fell. Just as he opened the door, he saw me standing outside. Winona also froze when she saw me and immediately urged Corey to leave. I kept my expression neutral. “No need for that. I’m just here to grab some documents.”

When he finished, the nine women exchanged glances, surprise evident on their faces. The disaster hadn't even lasted twenty days yet—and the outside world had already become like this? So who were these nine women? They were criminals. The fat woman was named Suzanne Waters, a human trafficker sentenced to twenty years. The tattooed woman was Ida Garten, a drug dealer with blood on her hands. She had originally been sentenced to death, but because she was pregnant, the execution had been suspended for two years. The beautiful woman with hair covering half her face was Molly Cora, convicted of killing someone through excessive self-defense, sentenced to nine years.